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Author: | _Dragon444 [ Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:07 am ] |
Post subject: | My work |
Here is some of my work. I hope you enjoy. The Child's Legend The battle raged around the boy, Def to the rage, blind to the pain, His sword no more a toy; Nothing to lose, nothing to gain. Orphaned when he was born, Life unwanted, life abandoned, Family gone, heart long torn, Anger, rage that none can fathom. Death looming so close by, The boy fights to save the day, Oily dark clouds cover the sky, Men lost to the violent fray. Rain pelts flesh and armor, Wet blood stains the boy’s clothes, Up from the chains looks the martyr, Mud coats the deadly foes. Boy sees the hero from the past, Martyr looks to see the child, Dark warrior closes fast, Boy’s attacks raging, swings wild. Martyr shouts at bravery, Child reclaims confidence, Warrior calls in cavalry, Warrior’s death unknown since. Child draws close to hero, Sword outstretched, Boy falls endlessly, Spear through chest. Martyr weeps, child lost, Sorrow to sadness to rage, Hero’s tears fall to the new frost, Strength enough, broken chains. Hero, martyr no more, Takes up fallen child’s sword, Fights for bravery, fights a war, Fights with many, fights for Lord, Lost boy gives hero strength, Strength enough to win the day, Fighting through enemy ranks, Hero enters the fray. Many fall to Hero’s blade, Many more turn to run, Fury unleashed, anger unchained, Hero stands in reborn sun. Terror fills evil hearts, Hero moves with deadly grace, Dark ranks turn and part, Dark Lord enters in pace. Beautiful battle ensues, A dangerous dance of death, Fighting fast, fighting true, Fighting to prevent the end. Hero comes in fast, Dark Lord drops his blade, War ended with a single strike, Child’s noble sacrifice saved. Fact to legend to myth, Child lives on, Blade lost in history’s mist, Story told by Hero anon. And... Fireflies If dreams were fireflies, You would be as bright as Time’s Square, If dreams were fireflies, The night sky would be as bright as day. If dreams were fireflies, The days would be brighter, If dreams were fireflies, Life would be more enjoyable, If dreams were fireflies, The grandest sights would be grander, If dreams were fireflies, We could watch greatness unfold in a jar, If dreams were fireflies, I wouldn’t need to dream, If dreams were fireflies, I’d be with you. And before you ask, I did not write Fireflies for anyone in particular. I write just to write. I have wrote another major poem, Shadows, but it is very lengthy. |
Author: | Corva [ Sun Feb 15, 2009 9:08 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
I like the way you told a story with the first one. I had some poems I'd done at school, but I've misplaced the printouts. I'll get thewm on a floppy or something after the half term. |
Author: | Blue Tiger [ Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:27 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Both those peoms are really beautifull. I loved the first one, it was sad but I liked how it told an epic like story... You have a talent for writing poems, ive never really tried to write any, though I love reading them and understanding them, Ive been wanting to write a poem about the stars for ages, but I need to feel inspired before I can write... same with my drawings... |
Author: | Corva [ Fri Feb 20, 2009 1:35 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
I can write Poems when I'm inspired to, and they usually come in 'clumps'. I'll write several at a time, and then no more for a while. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Fri Feb 20, 2009 5:32 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Sooner or later I'll get around to writing some more for you guys. I might also post Shadows. And I'm glad you liked them. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Fri Feb 27, 2009 6:11 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Okay, bear with me, this is going to be lengthy. But please enjoy Shadows. I'll post a character and item referance guide later. Part 1 At world's end it starts, Running dark and true, Life's end of heart, Hate's life born anew. Enter the darkness, And shadows reach out, Run if heartless, Seeds plant endless doubt. From shadows within, Rises the Kreya, The dark seven, Start of the dark fray. The first of seven, Niloki steals joy, Falls from Heaven, His life, but a ploy. Kreya number two, Minon, Death's jester, Pain of the few, Dark disease festers. And the third and fourth, Missa, lifeless one, And Nall brought forth Life's dark closing fun. The deadliest fifth, Kep, the Reaper King, Creates dark rifts, Half die to his ring. Rise, the insane sixth, Nameless, shadows fall, Spoken in myth, Dead come to his call. Enter the final, Callion, the birth, Mankind's trial, Beginning with Earth. Upon one man rests The fate of all life, Darkest of tests, To take his own life. But, Shadows can die, For two others lived, Shadows will die, For two mortals lived. Israfel did ride, And with him Aaraaf, Rode far and wide, Two mortals set off. Riding to find myth, To find weapon dark, Dark as abyss, Under mountains stark. Through forest and field, And through darkest night, Death if they yield, On to find the fight. Part 2 After many days They found what they sought Without sun’s rays, Weapon, evil wrought. Unholy saber, With dark blade of night, Devil’s favor, To get blade of might. To seek life in Hell, ‘Twas the evil test, Devil could tell, None lived where he rest. But wise young Aaraaf, Had the answer found, For were they not Live and underground? And scream the Devil did, He had lost his blade, “Leave now,” he bid, “And damn that dark blade.” And the Shadow sword Gained a new wielder, Not a dark lord, But two mortal hunters. Into sun, the two rode, Now toward evil, To slay Laed’s Load. Far, still to travel. Through a rift of Kep They ride, bodies piled Where man won’t step, Dead bodies piled high. After many days Riding past dead walls Two reached wide fields, Find blood waterfalls. And onwards they ride; Under blood red sun, And pitch black sky, Final bell yet rung. In world’s dark castle The Kreya await, Life’s dark hassle. Kep’s lust unsated. Callion’s duty Yet to be fulfilled, World of beauty Made of last man’s blood. Israfel rides fast, Aaraaf at his side. The price paid last Will be Kreya’s pride. Part 3 Shadows await death To fall on trial. New world of death Made if man should die. But a shard of hope Remains, for two ride Across Maeltrope’s Endless desert sands. Bloody sun gives way To dark, sightless moon. Heat turns to chill, And twin riders move. A worldwide silence Fills the midnight air, The only thing heard, Horses moving hooves. At desert’s far end, Great beast lies in wait, Challenge to pass All who seek dark gate. Twin riders enter Valley of the beast, “Riddle to pass, Pass to live,” says beast. “What riddle have you?” Israfel challenged. Drawing his blade, “Alone we’ve managed.” “Shadows rise in lands Far off to the east. Answer me now! What name castle holds?” “Simple,” Aaraaf said With great confidence, “’Tis a nameless Place of darkened stone.” “Wrong,” the beast exclaimed. “Hadren’s Keep, the name!” Down beast’s maw came, Devour two men. Up came darkened blade, Nihilus by name, Into beast’s skull, And out the far side. Down fell the great beast, Into Death’s embrace Never to rise, Never to challenge. Part 4 Riding on again, Israfel leading, Traveling fast, Nihilus on back. Through cavern, and wood, Over mountains tall, Past sheer cliff face. Under moon’s shadow. In Hadren’s dark Keep, Kreya are restless. Last man, Treya, Hasn’t breathed his last. “Lift the blade, mortal!” Callion shouted, “Plunge it into Your unholy heart.” “Unholy to whom?” Treya asked the shade, “To man, life’s gift ‘Tis to be cherished.” “Then let us end it,” Kep said to brothers. “Mortals have died, What is another?” “’Tis not our duty, Nor is it our test,” Callion said, “To end last man’s life,” “Our role ends only With last suicide. If we end him, We will be trapped here.” “Damn the Fates to Hell,” Nall yelled aloud, “Why did they choose This troublesome man?” “We can not rely On mortal gods!” Niloki said, “Yes! They exiled us!” “Then we must await Mortal’s destined choice. Will life be born? Or will Man gain voice?” Part 5 Distant, dark trees rise, As twin riders move, Traveling east; Grass flat under hoof. Riding fast toward Lathaniel’s Forest. Blood covered wood, Trees, body coated. Past giant spiders They roam, through what was Once holy land, And further to ride. And onward toward The dark Shadow Lands Near the world’s end, Between unknown lands. Silence travels with, No man with to speak, Save each other. Laed’s fate nears its peak. In Hell’s dark corner, Lies a single man, Shunned from the light, Banished from surface. Drall is the man’s name, Banished for giving Kreya the key To demolish Laed. The end of the world Blamed upon a man, A single man. Mankind’s corruption. Thus their destruction, Drall knew this problem. Knew his trouble, Eternal torment. For he gave away Humanity’s last God given days Inhumanly fast. Part 6 Life passing quickly For those with nothing Treya, Aaraaf, Israfel, and Drall. Drall living in Hell, Foolishly weeping At what he caused. Humanity’s dark plight. Israfel on horse, Aaraaf not far, Traveling long To prevent Laed’s end. Treya in east lands. Holding world’s fate Upon his life. Kreya watch and wait. Animals aside, World is void of life, Save these four, And immortals. Twin riders, with blade, Seek to end shadows That bring world’s end. And recreate man. Through Hell and desert, Through forest and field, They ride onward. Under moon and sun. Kreya’s evil test Placed on Treya’s chest End his own life And end mankind’s world In Hell, Drall despairs His torment begins. Bringing world’s end Before Judgment Day Part 7 Darkness is rising On the horizon. Forest to west Hadren’s Keep awaits. Twin riders draw near After many years. Shadows waiting For Treya’s long fall, Knowing not of fear, Kreya unaware, That death draws near, Life’s dark strands lay bare. Scorched fields to the west, Blackened long ago, Hadren’s Keep rests Deep in those foul planes. Treya deep in thought, Senses more mortals, Does not speak though, Does not tell Kreya. Treya grabs dagger. “What a wondrous blade,” He says, eyes wide, “Dyed a bloody shade.” “Where, may I inquire, Did you obtain it?” Showing desire Unlike any seen. “We found it, mortal, On the Moon’s shadow.” Kreya replied, “Where no man may go.” Part 8 On the Shadowed Planes, Israfel rides fast, Aaraaf nearby. .Viewing things long past. Phantoms rise from death. Showing things that are Impossible To any mortal man. Showing those who died And were dear to hearts Still live and well. And how those hearts wept. Cherished souls held here In this wretched place Where nothing sleeps And Time seems to freeze. Thus the Shadow Lands Claim all its victims With dark phantoms That play on man’s heart. But not all lures trap, As Aaraaf found out When a phantom Rose with a large shield. Aaraaf grabbed the shield As he past the ghost. Viewing his prize With mounting interest Part 9 Shield and sword unite After countless years. And past rewrites As it did before. Forged to fight darkness, Forged in dark blood, Shadow’s dark blood, Black instruments forged. Nihilus the sword And Rafil the shield, Gleam in moonlight. Ready for their goal. Destined for this act, Destined for murder. Created for A shadow slaughter. In ancient kingdom Hammer hit anvil Molding hot steel Creating cold death. Steam rose from shadows, Steel hit shadow blood Blade dyed pitch black. Left to rest and wait. Part 10 Twin riders reach gate To finish fate’s choice. Aaraaf with shield, Israfel with sword. Kreya sense life’s pulse As mortals enter Their dark domain. The shadow battle. Mortals feel death near As they walk the halls. Sorrow fills hearts As Niloki nears. Shadow of Sorrow Recognizes sword And shadow shield. Knows his life is gone. Nihilus revels As Shadow blood runs Down its dark blade And Niloki falls Part 11 And four more did fall To the deadly bite Of Nihilus, Its blade shining black. Through Minon, Missa Nall, and the Nameless, Nihilus went, As Rafil protects, Treya knows again The sweet taste of joy As Aaraaf steps Into the throne room. Israfel with blade Looks upon the last Two dark shadows And then at Treya. Part 12 Kep rose from his seat Flaming blade in hand, Moving toward Mortal men, eyes aflame. Dark battle ensued As Callion moved Towards Treya, But halts suddenly. Dagger made for death, Made for man’s trial, Sinks into chest Then Callion falls. Part 13 Nihilus slides through Kep’s chest easily, But Kep’s ring falls Onto Israfel’s flesh. With his final breath Callion saw light, And replenished Laed’s tainted beauty. Part 14 Thus Kreya’s tale told, Passed from me to you, And thus unfolds, Past’s dark story true. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Fri Feb 27, 2009 6:22 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Okay, If you haven't noticed, during Shadows the rhyming scheme fades out as desperation, fear, and sorrow begin to rise. Also, each section is one stanza shorter than the previous. This in particular, gave me problems. I designed the poem like this, and bending my talents to fit that particular pattern was stressful. I had to cut way to many stanzas that were simply amazing, which is unfortunate. (Sooner or later I might post them.) Then there's the ending... (DON'T READ PAST THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE ENDING YET!!!!)... when Kep's Ring falls on Israfel's flesh. This needs clarrified. At the start, when it's listing off the Kreya, it says that "Half die to his ring." That isn't metaphoricly speaking. Kep's ring is cursed, and when it touched Israfel, Israfel died. |
Author: | Corva [ Sat Mar 07, 2009 9:14 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
I didn't notice the structure of the Epic, or the ryming scheme fading out. That's probably because I don't spot ryming in poems anyway, unless it's used in the entire poem. To use a Newspeak word - it's doubleplusgood. You have a talent there. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Wed Mar 25, 2009 5:28 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Quote: You have a talent there. And a lot of free time |
Author: | DragonRider at the Library [ Thu Mar 26, 2009 12:34 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Free time is always good. I've dropped art to write poetry. Unfortunately I don't get a GCSE for it, despite it still being Art. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Thu Apr 02, 2009 4:44 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Here is my newest work. Myself Of kindness I know Its seeds I do sowe. I am strong of mind, Which is hard to find. I know of Time's path And of Nature's wrath. I am odd, unique, And my own critique. Very few know me And fewer still see The path I have tread Or those I have led. I am a great friend. I defy the trends. I alone possess My shadow's lone test. I am who I wish Whether poor or rich. None can truly clame My powerful flame And when my ashes Fall as time passes, I can only pray I don't fade away... |
Author: | Falconer [ Thu Apr 02, 2009 6:24 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
It's "claim" and "sow". Other than that... this is good, a cut above the average fare. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:31 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Thanks, Falconer. Since I finished that last one, I haven't been able to find my muse again. This happens with some regularity, so I'll just have to put up with it for now. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Tue Jul 21, 2009 8:12 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Ok, I haven't posted any of my work here for a couple of months, but I think I could get a few more here. These next are a little sorrowful, but I'm fine. Worry not about me. Sleepless... I raise my head, In the morning. Leaving my bed, No more soaring. With eyes of dread, The sun I view. Clouds in my head, The day I rue. My dreams have fled. Wish I could sleep. My eyes rubbed red. Dreams I can't keep. Fall to my bed To lie down flat. Relax my head And I know that My dreams are dead... My Life My life, has faded To a shadow, My life, has fallen From the bright sun, My life, is callin' Me to come home, My life, has prayed For loss of pain, My life, is afraid That you will leave, My life, is angry That it cowers, My life, is mangy For loss of sleep, My life, is restless For lack of muse, My life, is faceless It doesn't sing, My life, is power For words hold strength, My life, is wonder Places I've been, My life, is my life, Who can claim it? I have a lot more coming. I'll try to get them before Tempest moves the Arts sections here. If not, I'll just hunt this down again or hope someone Stickies it. |
Author: | Falconer [ Tue Jul 21, 2009 9:19 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Looks like the muse has returned, and it brought reinforcements! |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:54 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
I guess so. I have a lot to catch up on here, so bear with me for a couple of weeks. I wnt through not only a lack of muse for a while, but also a break-up or two, so that's why some of my more recent work has a darker tint to it than some of my other stuff. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:58 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Here's another two Howling I look to the moon at night. I look upon its gleaming face. And much like the wolves of centuries, I howl. Each night, I also can hear The dogs nearby howl all their souls To the brilliant, silver, gleaming moon. They howl. And as they howl, I can hear, Within some deeply feral place, The moon howl in return. And the moon, It howls. Yet, whenever I follow In this amazing ritual, The moon fails to reply. And only I howl. But I continue trying. I keep up the futile attempts Always hoping, always praying for A howl. Why must man be favored less Than the Lupine beings we love And respect? Why must man never hear The Howl? Why must my lone call remain Unanswered on the night’s cold air? And now the tears fall to the frost, and I howl. Sorrow In dark times, life shatters. The heart that beats grows still. Tear drops *pitter, patter* Crying against his will. What once was bright grows black. Then the world fades to grey. His life, luster it lacks. Eyes won’t accept the day. His soul is torn apart. And despite all his might, Even in deepest dark, He still views a small light. |
Author: | Dragon444 [ Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:21 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: My work |
Ok, I'm being a total hypocrite and reviving a long dead topic on top of double posting... Sue me. I just want my poems to stay in 1 topic. With that said... Time I weave a tale of sorrow I mold a story of rage Yet all of my tomorrows Are gone in the turn of a page. My demons remain with me, Within my dark, dark mind trapped. I only want them to see That they aren't bound by a pact. I seek to be forgiven For what my old past has done, But what I want given, Away from me it does run. So, Night to Twilight to Day And back to where it began, My demons are here to stay And I become a lonely man... Do You Believe? The music wove its somber song across the lute and lyre And from the ember's fading glow steadily rose the fire. The singer joined in right then, her voice sad and sweet. The audience knew the tune and all took their seats. The people grew quiet. The world seemed still. The music flowed through all, staving their will. The music held all in its thrall. This for th beginning of Fall. None dared move, few dared breath. Animals did not flee. A dancer joins the sad singer. All who pass now stop and linger, If not to see the dance, than to listen, All beneath the silver moon's great glisten. The dancer's dress, attached at wrists, looks like gold wings. She moves with other worldley grace, while other sings. Dancing angel with golden wings welcomes the day's first light And as the music and flames fade, so does the holy night. The music done, The song is sung, Everyone turns to leave. "But... Do you still believe?" Alone I walk these streets alone As I have since then... But memories of you Follow me like my shadow... I miss you, I miss us... But these streets remain empty... I remain alone... Each road holds pain, Each step a memory. Yet I keep walking, Without you, alone. Why was I so weak? Why did I let you go? I live in hope of your return, But I know that hope is futile. And so I walk alone... Alone, as I have been since then... Alone, as I have been since us... |
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