We weave our tales with song and chord A music beat to praise the Lord Of life and joy and strength and love Here on the Earth and up above Our mundane round, as slow we knot The Tempest, be it cold or hot The Tragedy, of ups and downs, the black and white of Sunny day and lonely night. We live our lives as best we may We gather rosebuds, bale the hay We spin our time, we mend and rhyme Skip and bob and spin and fray Together build a better way Into the future with our friends The prison breaks, the iron bends, We plant our flowers in each sol To watch them Bloom into POL For in each knot we bind value For all of us, for me and you And She who watches from the dark, The Lady of the Amber park She takes the joy sung in her name And dances with us through the game
Taken from Ember's Ashes by @MindsGaming https://youtu.be/FreYGTNDwbg
Buy from the believers, let the sellers take their prize, Turn the wheel and watch our little economy arise. Token in the market, token coming home again, Bee buzzing round the flowers, making honey out of change. I'm not just watching numbers climbing on a screen, I'm building up a marketplace around a living dream. Give the early holders somewhere they can cash their faith, Then buy a little back and put the pieces back in place.
Learning to trade on MintMe, Placing sell orders for my token, Snapping up the deals quick as a bee, Watching all the market candles smoking. I buy my tokens back when holders want to sell, Put a little value back into the hands that helped me build so well. They backed the dream early, now the dream can pay them back, Money makes another circuit when it doesn't leave the track. I don't want to sell the whole kingdom just to watch it disappear, I keep a strong majority so the steering wheel stays here. Build the thing, defend the thing, let the little market grow, Nobody gets to wreck the value just because they want control.
As found in "Ember's Ashes" by @MindsGaming https://youtu.be/LtiJX0KFZdw
"Building worlds where myth lives in, Making the old, into the new again. Tapping, tapping without even a pen– A witful mind, I would call thy friend." https://youtu.be/KTGZOCpRuXshttps://youtu.be/KTGZOCpRuXs
The day has brought its journey The night has brought us home The darkness soothes the tired eyes Time for to burn a cone. A harbour on the voyage The ship tied up at last. But ready to cast off At the dawning light's first blast! We sail into the labile sea The neon shores glow gleamily We spread the sails of imagery And mindscapes everlastingly https://youtu.be/gptY07e4KPA
