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The bells they toll no more from the Tower tops of Redwall Abbey
No more do the smells of Cavern Hole smell of the greatest smells that its Abbey Cooks can prepare for a wary friend that comes to visit this great place.
The Dibbuns have ceased their scurrying.
The Sick Bay Rooms have since become a fleeting memory of ill and injured alike who have seen the inside of it, attended to by dearest Sister that cares for the sick and afflicted.
Great Hall no longer rings out with the joyous laughter, songs, and dances of merry creatures; both you and old, new and forever kindled ones.
Creatures big and small, badger high and vole low.
Father Abbot's prayers of blessing over the day's meals are silent now; they hang now in the rafters
The Gate House is now a closed off reminder of the past where aged old books of old hold all the histories of Redwall, young and old, past and present Abbots and Abbetess...
Martin the Warrior's sword, remains forever betwixt Cavern and Hole as does his image of the great Warrior Mouse, who established such a place.
No more, do Badger Lords exist among Salmandastron, a mountain of fire and great strength against the raging seas and sea raiding vermin and creatures that would raid its shores.
The great gala of Hares of the Long Patrol have since marched on to other shores; their battle cries of "Eulalia!" can still be heard upon the wind.
Cries heard by the shrews of the GUOISM, they are but a hushed sound upon the wind as they call out for their leader, the Log a Log.
A title passed down through each family from father to son.
For now, that tradition rests with them in the silence of the streams that they so abtly have gilded down.
Otter Crews have gone to gather about with their Families in Holts
Skippers tell their babes of the great tales of this grand place known as Redwall Abbey, but yet, there is one not spoken of...
The mind for which this was all possible...
A great man who has gone to a better place as it has been for other warriors who have met the call of the sweet sound of Peace.
The man responsible for the World depicted...May you find peace, dear Sir...
No more do the smells of Cavern Hole smell of the greatest smells that its Abbey Cooks can prepare for a wary friend that comes to visit this great place.
The Dibbuns have ceased their scurrying.
The Sick Bay Rooms have since become a fleeting memory of ill and injured alike who have seen the inside of it, attended to by dearest Sister that cares for the sick and afflicted.
Great Hall no longer rings out with the joyous laughter, songs, and dances of merry creatures; both you and old, new and forever kindled ones.
Creatures big and small, badger high and vole low.
Father Abbot's prayers of blessing over the day's meals are silent now; they hang now in the rafters
The Gate House is now a closed off reminder of the past where aged old books of old hold all the histories of Redwall, young and old, past and present Abbots and Abbetess...
Martin the Warrior's sword, remains forever betwixt Cavern and Hole as does his image of the great Warrior Mouse, who established such a place.
No more, do Badger Lords exist among Salmandastron, a mountain of fire and great strength against the raging seas and sea raiding vermin and creatures that would raid its shores.
The great gala of Hares of the Long Patrol have since marched on to other shores; their battle cries of "Eulalia!" can still be heard upon the wind.
Cries heard by the shrews of the GUOISM, they are but a hushed sound upon the wind as they call out for their leader, the Log a Log.
A title passed down through each family from father to son.
For now, that tradition rests with them in the silence of the streams that they so abtly have gilded down.
Otter Crews have gone to gather about with their Families in Holts
Skippers tell their babes of the great tales of this grand place known as Redwall Abbey, but yet, there is one not spoken of...
The mind for which this was all possible...
A great man who has gone to a better place as it has been for other warriors who have met the call of the sweet sound of Peace.
The man responsible for the World depicted...May you find peace, dear Sir...
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As sad as it is say, this is meant as my own tribute to honor the memory of a beloved Anthromorphic Author who on the evening of Saturday, Feb. 5, 2011. He has passed onto a better place.
Rest in Peace, Brian Jacques...
You may be gone, but your tales of a Red Stone Abbey in the middle of Mossflower Woods; a place that has been regaled as a place of immense of treasures and wealth for Sea Faring Vermin and their cruel captains. As well as the final resting place for a Warrior who made it his home to vow to live a life of peace.
It shall forever stand.
Rest in Peace, Brian Jacques...
You may be gone, but your tales of a Red Stone Abbey in the middle of Mossflower Woods; a place that has been regaled as a place of immense of treasures and wealth for Sea Faring Vermin and their cruel captains. As well as the final resting place for a Warrior who made it his home to vow to live a life of peace.
It shall forever stand.
© 2011 - 2024 Rizafan203
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im sitting here crying because of this...