The Life and Times of Scrooge

"I remember it as if it was yesterday. My papa took me to see the ancestral home of our clan. The desolate castle on Dismal Downs, abandoned since the 17th century, Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in its turrets and Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o' the clan cemetery. In this sight of former glory, of ochre grass and bracken, Sadness and hope, this is where I begin my story. Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday..." Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bràth / Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn Howls on the moors Dreams of sailing all seas Call of the hills And a fiddle of farewell

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Downy's farewell: Far, far into the night Your calling guided you Far, far across the dark Horizon filled with red And yearning of a childless ma

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The final frontier Of utter solitude Of wilderness untamed Into White Agony Creek The cradle of new hope Many the springs thaws from home O Me! O Life! Here in the wild Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts Charm of a dancehall girl A true star of the north Those precious 30 days A letter in the snow Love lost yet always there A burning need of life O Me! O Life! Home in the wild Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts O Me! O Life! Home in the wild Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting it's luring me on as of old! Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as just finding the gold It's the great, big, broad land way up yonder! The great, broad land way up yonder! Haunting him as of old Yet, it ain't the gold itself so much as finding the gold... Farewell, White Agony Creek, Farewell, the three long years. Can't leave behind what's in this sled. Things we lost The things we couldn't share, Another rainbows end Another memory. Fortuna, Favet fortibus, Hold on to all that's dear to you As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives Is the forest where silence has lease It's the beauty that feels me with wonder Is the stillness that fiils me with peace The stillness that fills him with peace The beauty of the wild Rainbows ends with golden dreams Starlit sky and coffee & beans Farewell, White Agony Creek, Farewell, the three spring thaws, One day I will return to you. Things we lost The things we couldn't share, Another rainbows end Another memory. Fortuna, Favet fortibus, Hold on to all that's dear to you As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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Silent night, silent years The cold heart haunting still Sleepless watch of the night And her face on the moon

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

To be rich is to still remember To treasure your first dime To have a chance to say farewell Story of your life, time of solitude and strife Freedom of an open road, hope and many miles to go Promises to keep, countless gold fields to reap To be rich is to seek, to relive a memory Far off lands, quests of old Self respect, true grit Never care what a fortune might buy To seek is to be rich All the strangers on your path Crossroads, the letters from home The cooling embers of a Yuletide heart All the sounds of wilderness, the truth in wich you roamed Now your lost Rosebud has brought you back home

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Go slowly now, sands of time Still have some verses to pour This wonder of life has led me home Like a poet of Scotland once scribed: Home is the sailor Home from the sea And the hunter home from the hill Go slowly now, sands of time Still have a memory to make Dancing to Auld Lang Syne Thinking of the heather of home Home is the sailor Home from the sea And the hunter home from the hill

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025