This is a poem written in my unfinished Ardüric language. I've changed the language since I wrote this, but I like it:
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Änartpye náth änültye,
Náth lir yávona,
Yánáth füs fon kánc
Fün yárl fon kläsa.
Yáthy yákét,
Náth yásota,
Yoth she arth yánént;
Yoth üne tpen yánuna.
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English translation (optimized to retain meaning and rhyme scheme):
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The demon and the dragon,
And all that is inside,
Come from within a person
To swallow them in pride.
Some think they will prevail,
And that they're fortified,
But warriors' wisdoms fail;
Though alive they still have died.
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Hope you enjoy.
-Mr. Pilcrow