The Legend of Zelda - Ballad of the Wind
For those who was lucky enough to have never suffered amnesia, recalling hurts..._a lot_. ...worse than wounds from battling monsters; electric arrows from pesky Lynels; Gerudo Desert's blistering heat or Hebra Mountains' biting cold; guardians'...
Exposure - Chapter Ten
In this case, jason knew that the next song would almost certainly be some sort of slow ballad, and he prepared himself. he'd been thinking about this moment for quite a while now, and the time had come.
For Head of Stoat Guard
A series of fan fiction ballad stanzas, based on the books mattimeo and mossflower that are part of the redwall series, which is authored and copyright owned by brian jacques.
The Rooftop Muse
He began a song that i didn't know, something like a ballad, a very old ballad that was still sung in the old tongue.
Hunting Game - Karter
Allow me to weave you a sonnet, nay a ballad! let me inform others of your great magnanimity and kindness to undo the harm i have caused your reputation!"
Character Sheet: Evan Lockwood
-mage's ballad: spells cast while this ballad is playing are stronger.
Triumph and Tragedy (A battle ballad)
A ballad seemed like a good idea to satisfy the prompt. anyway, here is my first attempt at what may or may not be considered poetry.
Equisseus: Yiffy stallion adventurer
Can we get back to your retarded ballad? i think i'm ready to shit myself laughing at what i have in store for you later on in this story. ........... - keep laughing, and do whatever you wish.
Ballad of the Bunny & Embrace
A ballad is a poem that follows ballad meter, which requires each section to be a quatrain (four verses grouped together) that has the rhyme scheme of abab.
Gnoll Stories
Their deeds would make many good ballads sung by bards... okay, that's all, children. go home. the children began standing up, running away, giggling and playing a big bad gnoll with each other.
Remember Me
A short ballad accompanied by a photo from a cemetery. ### remember me remember me in life, not death, recount my numbered days— there is no sense in wasting breath to feed a fading blaze, remember me in how i lived, the colours we did share— and light
Lift Up Your Voice
She waited for the applause to die down and the music to start, the band in front of the stage opening with a slow simple ballad.