Poetry (Merged threads. HLG)

[Arathin]

Sweet Luna. I like your poems.

[Tar-Ancalime]

me 2

I am a joyful carefree minstrel
dancing gaily in the town square
with my lute in hand and harp near by
I can always find time to entertain.

May it be in a tavern
or home.
my business is open to all who can pay
rest and food for a weary ol' minstrel
a traveling minstrel who knows know home but his heart

I fly from town to town getting what i can
and traveling around
I've seen more than most have in my short years
And lived a life of enjoyment not entrapment

[Lantarion]

Once walking in a moonlit quay
I lost my path, I lost my way
My steps that trod the silent miles
were lighter than my mind could say

The starlight mingled in the air
I watched the stars, I watched them there
The meres, the twilit waters shone
and Heaven's light was lain down bare

I sat and watched the night pass by
but long I sat, and watched it fly
The darkness swirled around my eyes
I lied down there, as though to die

But ere the morning came to break
destroying darkness in its wake
I heard the tinkle, flashing quick
and shining in the moonlit lake

The Sun rode up, and high it rode
up to the sky, its vast abode
I walked, I wandered through the trees
but I am lost, as is my road

[Luna]

APPLAUDS WILDLY :D

I think that's my favorite poem so far, Pontifex.

[Arathin]

*speachless* That was amazing, Pontifex.

[Tar-Ancalime]

wow..that's it i really,really suck

[Morwen]

Hmm...I've been gone for quite some time. Wonderful, Pontifex! *Scratches her head* The breaks aren't very good...I'll have to work on that. I like mixing prose and poetry a lot.


O'er and far

In the memory of her mind there rise mountains tall and grey,
With plumes of green sprouting on slope, and slashes of colour streaming the lay.
And mist of wedding white does lay around these mountains dear,
And if you listen closely, you may hear, secrets that have been passed on for years.
Of days and nights, and fays and knights, and of play and plights.
But lo! does she wish to climb their heights,
And stand on top of the world, and see others so far away, the lakes and streams.
The rivers and hills, and grasses of her heart and dreams.

In the memory of her mind there rises trees of great humble and mind,
And green is gay, and the jungle speaks her name, crooning softly for her to find,
Those dreams of forest fair, and tread its handsome earth, and speak softly to its turf.
Of vines of emerald hanging there, and blues and greens swirling forth to greet her evr'y step, like the high tide surf.
And here her heart lays, in the jungle ways.
Lo! But if she could!

In the memory of her mind there splashes the song of the sea, the wailing of the whales.
Its foam does speak, and say it does, of years bygone, of adventures of sail.
And its blue does surround, and engulf, and she sleeps at its touch.
But lo! the tide is not always tame, and like her soul, stirs forth its wrath and becomes a storm such.
And the darkened sky does shout its glee, and the angry water stirs, bubbling and frothing.
And here in the sea does her mind rest, and its taunting tease does call her name.
Lo! But if she could!

In the memory of her mind there roles away the west, the roaming planes, and sunset flair.
Casting its colours forth, in glory and splendor does she watch, the wind tossing her hair.
Arms outspread, pleading to the sky, O why? In one place was I never meant to stay;
For my heart ever pulls me the other way.
To mountains so dear, and jungle so great amd humble, and seas of storm and glee, and plains of sunset fair.
But lo! These are but few of hearts desires.
And the stars, O Elendae! wind shadow, does your heart ever yearn to
blow in the direction of someplace o'er and far!

[Arathin]

I am like the thunder booming,
Always roaring, never quiet.
I am like the butterfly,
Soft, fragile, and sweet.
I am like the colorful sunset,
Always changing, never the same.
I am like the sun and moon,
Harsh reds, soft blues.
I am like the waterfall,
Now raging, now serene.
I am like the ocean,
Now clear and calm.
I am like the wild typhone,
Destroying all in my path.
I am like bird on wing,
Singing as is I go.
I am like the steady oxen,
Always fixed in my task.
I am like the falling leave,
Wimsically in my ways.
I am like the whispering wind,
In your heart quietly stirring.
I am like the raging gusts,
Battering at your patience.
I am like the flower,
Small and frail.
I am like the towering oak,
Straight, steady, and true.
I am like the mountains,
Never will I be moved.
I am like the shifting clouds,
Always longing for new lands.
I am like the earth on which we live,
Please don't let me fall to waste.

[Luna]

I already posted this on the Gollum Poetry thread, but I thought whatever..it'll do til I have something new! ;) T'was Smeagol who found the Ring
and gazed in wonder at the
sight of the thing
Then it was greed crept into
his gaze
And poor, dear Smeagol
entered into a craze
that which would rule him
for uncounted years
through fear, madness
and tears
He could not let go,
t'was the Ring he obeyed
til Smeagol was gone
in his place Gollum was made.
In the dark Gollum's eyes shone
In the dark wandered he,
hungry, alone
til one day at terrible cost
for Gollum, the Ring was lost
so began a dreadful search
he pitiable, starving, crossing
over the Earth
following the call of the One Ring
Gollum forever a slave to the thing.
To the end he adored it,
dancing above the pyre
to the end he would take it,
down into the fire.
"Preciousssssssss..........!"

[Lantarion]

Tragic, Luna, tragic. Arathin, I love your abstract freeverse poetry, it's very descriptive. And Morwen, I like your easy-going rhyming, it's very nice. :)
And Tar, you do not suck, you should just focus more on the beat and the rhyme. I really enjoy reading your poems because they have such surreal and 'deep' stories and meanings behind them.
I try to focus on the beat and the rythm of the poem as well as the rhyming, and obviously the idea and 'plot'.
Thank you all for the woots, I really appreciate them. :)

Tale of Ages
Ere land was wrought and sea was made
ere trees and fields stood in the shade
There strode among the swirling Void
a power who will never fade

This holy spirit one can find
within the deeps of space and time
His presense either dim or clear
is wandering in your deepest mind

He raised his hand, and looked with glee
upon his raging symphony
From Music, swirling flashing great
there rose the meadows with the Sea

His Children, creatures fair and wise
he wrought upon the World to rise
Their spirits great and wisdom wide
the Dark Lord learned to soon despise

When Elves and Men walked on their road
great evil in those lands betode
The Dark One in his jealous hate
assumed the North as his abode

For years uncounted, tears long shed
and battles fiercely, rashly led
The Evil killed and grew in might
the plains of green were dyed with red

But then a sailor, famed in lore
set foot upon the Blessed Shore
And begged the Lords for pity deep
and showed them grief that people bore

And from the West a fury great
was spurred with thoughts of silent hate
With Throne of Darkness trodden down
they hauled the Dark One in their wake

And in the Void now Melkor dwells
while all his mind, it slowly swells
But never will his hate and greed
been seen among the woods and dells

But Evil did arise anew
as Evil does, will always do
But although days were marked with grief
now hope was in them, strong not brief

[Tar-Ancalime]

I'll try those suggestions Pontifex. Your name is cool why isn't it pontifex maximus,the master of religous ceremonies in ancient roman religon?

Deep down inside I feel it,
It turns deep within my troubled soul.
Hard I try to uplift it,
from it's low and barren grave.
A song I nearly find impossible to sing,
It exists within me,
I know it does,
But it is buried under the doubts of my fourteen years.

It is my nich within the chaotic world,
my own song to sing above all others
and finally be known for who I am.
It is nearly impossible to discover,
help I need to get it out,
to unburry it from all the ruble

Ponti, is this any better?

[Viceras Daydark]

I was bored last night and wrote this (as it goes along w/ this character I have created)... and just figured I'd share it with you fine folks.

Wandering through the mountains grey,
Upon a clear and sunny day.
Across my path which I did meet,
A dreadful bear with massive feet.

He stood upon them, my voice did lack.
Up he rose from his feet in back.
Glaring at him, regaining my wits,
As fear was not the cause of my voice to slip.

Yet it was a Beorning in his disguise,
That snuck upon me to my suprise!
And for that reason my voice did go,
As I became aware - my alertness was low.

The beast looked up and released a growl,
It was made apparent my presence was scowled.
I shook my head and stomped my boot,
And released from my mouth this hoot.

"Do not be angry with me bear!
I am peaceful, I'd harm no hair!
Forgive me friend, for disturbing you,
But I am peaceful and your aggression I rue!"

And with that said the bear withdrew,
Back to four feet, instead of two.
He turned he did, into a man,
And out he offered, his great hand.

With that done I offered mine,
And with the finest food that night we dined!
He offered his name, I offered mine,
Forever I shall recall him through time.

It was long ago when this meeting occured,
I but shared it with you as my memory stirred.
Farewell my friends, I go back afar,
Back to the land, of Viceras Daydark.

Hope you all enjoyed it.

-Viceras Daydark

[Lantarion]

great poem Viceras! Welcome to the forum! :)
I like the way you rhyme, it is very similar to my beat. (No wonder it's good) :p
Tar, I thought just 'Pontifex' would be more personal and fitting, and less like a historian. I was 'Pontifex Cactus' at one point, but I gave that up like that *snaps fingers*. :)

[greypilgrim]

here's a quick little lay.....

nassty little wicked beast
handful of fishes, makes a feast.
lives in a cave, on an island of stone
for five hundred years he lived there alone.
five hundred years, and his time was come
to finally separate from the One.
One that he loved, he could not keep.
to talk to and play with, keep him warm in his sleep. his precious, his Master
left him one day....
and found a new keeper in a casual way.
the old owner cried "oh!- what our loss isss!
because we could not guesss....
what its got in its pockets!!"


aaaahhhh!! curse the Baggins!!

[Tar-Ancalime]

on the old board right ponti? was it better though

[Viceras Daydark]

Many thanks Pontifex. I am glad you enjoyed my poem, as I enjoyed yours! I look forward to reading more of yours. A nice history of the world along w/ a nice rythym and rhyme. Keep them coming my friend!

-Videre

[Lantarion]

The Lights divine as Sun or Moon
as holy, though they perish soon
Their radiance did die too young
for telling them there is no tongue

For ages long, yet hours brief
the Trees were shining, free from grief
And ere their light was drained and killed
there wrought were jewels with utmost skill

The Light inscribed within the boughs
that glistened on the high-flung clouds
Was savored in the Silmarils
which Fëanor wrought among his skills

That is the first part of the poem I will come to write, called something like The Tale of the Jewels. I am in haste at right now, and have to end it short, but I will continue it tomorrow; and although this may seem a bit too proud or selfish I ask you not to add to this. I have something specific in mind, and I'll perfect it for tomorrow. Thank you. :)

[greypilgrim]

cant wait to see the end of it! i've got a short one, kindof silly though, here goes:

baggins baggins baggins!
curse the thieving baggins!
we will find it, yesss.
kill it for our preciousss.
my birthday present-gone!
gollum gollum gollum...
we will find the baggins
strangle the wicked baggins!
poor gollum! tricked
for my present, licked
in a riddle game...
baggins the name.
curse the thieving baggins!!!

thats it , kinda dumb i know, but it came on the fly. peace in middle earth.

[Tar-Ancalime]

The paths of the dead I choose,
to fulfill a broken oath.
Leaving the comfort of light and day.
riding into the unknown road.
with two companions
we go along,
seeing shadows of once mighty men.

Dark it leaves the once light souls,
yet i must go on to reach a,
once mighty gondorian city
who is in need of a strong, and mighty leader.
I am the one who must fulfill that task,
along with elf and dwarf.
We hasten to greet the shadowy king,
he accepts our gracious offer.
Now we shall ride on to the decaying seven walled city
and join it to greet the day again

[Arathin]

We all rock at this.

Upon A Cliff
By Arathin
I stand upon a cliff,
Hoping I won't slip.
I seem small and frail,
And hear a silent wail.
I turn to look and see,
You are staring at me.
My black clothing,
You are loathing.
You are like the wind,
Thru my hair you sing.
Gold and pink,
Behind me wink.
A beautiful sunset,
Does the scene net.
The ocean below,
Makes time slow.
You move toward,
Your hand forward.
Your arm around my waist does steal,
Old heart aches at your touch do heal.
I pray you keep me near,
On this parapet shear.
We stand upon a cliff,
And my soul you lift.

[Anira the Elf]

i love all of Pontifex's poems. they are very heart touching. expecially the 1st few. :D :D ;) :cool:

[greypilgrim]

aragon's love for arwen
twilight daughter, elronds heir
forbidden love
long in his struggle
did he await the day
forbidden love
years alone spent
waiting....
waiting....
he was the true king
and she his queen.
forbidden love that would not die.
she forsake the life of her poeple
and accepted the doom
that awaited her
forbidden love
to love more than life
under the stars unmoving forever
they became one.
at last the day came
her doom awaited her
her love had accepted sleep eternal
and she went to land of her mother
there she slept also, forever
and the stars unmoving were witness
to the love of man and elf-maiden.

[Lantarion]

..
But soon the joy was gone from there
the streets of Valmar laid were bare
The Trees of Gold and Silver fell
their light was slain, and broke the Well

Then for a time was Morgoth gone
but soon returned, and did yet wrong
For when the Valar councelled then
the Jewels were off to Melkor's den

Then Morgoth flew from Valinor
and tarried not upon the shore
But on the beach of Nevrast he
was wounded, and he screamed with greed

With wounds and pains upon his mind
he fled to deeps that none could find
He wrought there halls of fright and fear
and yet the Noldor hastened near

For on this time an oath was sworn
both fey and rash the words were born
Then Fëanor and all his kin
were banished forth, and fled therein

But as they proudly walked away
their deeds were hindered in the Bay
Teleri, with their ships snow-white
did not thence wish their boats for flight

Then in his madness Fëanor
slew many Elves upon their door
Those ships he stole and sailed away
and many Elves were slain that day

When some set sail upon the Sea
and sailed the across in harmony
But most took flight in haste by land
but Helcaraxë hurt the band

Once again I am forced to end my poem short (thank my parents for that), and I will once again delay its completion. On Monday I will at least attempt to finish it, and I hope you will all have patience.
:)

[Arathin]

Pontifex I can't wait.
STBJ

Sweet temptation,
Bitter justice.
Temptation holds the better treat,
But justice more true prospect.
Condemned Angel tempt me not,
Let me hold to the Eldest One.
For Condemned Angel,
Holds to sweet temptation.
Eldest One you have,
Only bitter justice.
Let me stay one night more,
Chaste to my true love.
One eternal night feels like,
Torment and torture in fire-pits.
One eternal night more,
To haunt me forever.
Will I choose right or wrong,
Can the difference I even tell?
One night in eternity,
Forever between;
Sweet temptation,
Bitter justice.

[Tar-Ancalime]

and i still suck all the same.
Anyone here know what cartamen is???

[Arathin]

Not a clue.
This is NOT the one I posted earlier. Thank you.

I am like the sunset.
By Arathin

I am like the sunset,
For I am none's pet.
Fierce and free,
That is me.
Think this no pun,
I mean no fun.
You think I lie?
You think I am shy?
Boy, will you get a surprise,
When on me rest your eyes.
I always will set my own goals,
And am stopped by no fence poles.
You think I am tame?
Man is your brain lame.
Call me not Pauly,
I follow not folly.
For fierce and free,
Will always be me.
I am like the sunset,
I am no one's pet.

[7doubles]

"the Kim"


She arose from the smoke and the ashes of her bones and i beheld the most incredable sight. she shined when she danced like a flame coming into the nite.




by, 'me"

[Lantarion]

Nice; swift and sweet. :D Welcome to the forum, 7Doubles.
Hmm, let's see now..

Upon the shores of Middle-Earth
set foot upon their lands of birth
And on the shores of Drengist saw
the fleets of Noldor in their flaw

Then Fëanor made was mad with pride
and pushed all graciousness aside
He caused the ships, with maddened wrath
aflame be set, steered from their path

Then many Noldor more were killed
and blood upon the Sea was spilled
With bitterness forth Fëanor went
and few looked on him with consent

Then all those Elves from Valinor
the Exiles with their cursed chore
Raised realms and cities on the land
that they thought no-one could withstand

But Melkor, in his darkened thought
made many plans, which long were wrought
With hate and envy burning bright
attacked he Fëanor with his might

The first was this of many wars
which slew and burned the fields and moors
Beleriand was ever tense
and Melkor did not give in hence

OK, I'm just not going to re-write the Silmarillion into poem-form, so from hereon in anybody may contribute to this 'saga'. I may still add to it, but I think this is an ok start.
I'll be swithing to more personalized poetry from now on, and leave out names and events from the LotR or Sil. I think 'generalized' settings, like common fields, meres, lakes, mountians etc. are more enjoyable to write about; perhaps because it is you yourself who creates the history and setting for that place. IMO these last few posts haven't been my best poems, and I must strive to write better. Must be Vitamin C deficiancy. Yes, that's a good excuse. :cool:

[Arathin]

I think that is a perfectly applicable excuse, Pontifex. I can't add to it because I havn't read the Sil yet.

Hand-in-Hand
Time slows its race,
As I look into your face.
Your arms hold me tight,
On your lips a smile slight.
The moon rises up its head,
But not yet we go to bed.
We walk along the beach,
New things to me you teach;
Of adoration and joy,
Sweet love's small toys.
Your hand holds tight to mine,
For you I silently pine.
Upon your shoulder my head rests,
You hold me in this position best.
We walk across the sand,
Holding hand-in-hand.

[Treebeard]

Wow, I had no idea there were so many poets on this forum. Tell me what you think of this. I wrote it, of course.

Journey

I wandered far from home upon
A dark and gloomy day
I did not know the path I took
Or where my ending lay
I was afraid for evil was
About me as I went
But still I labored onward and
My path e'er southward bent
And yet although I felt despair
Of ever coming home
At heart I was at peace, it was
My destiny to roam
To roam the tangled forests and
To climb the highest peaks
To cross uncertain waters and
To wade through slimy creaks
And not a step I doubted under
Moon or light of day
I did not know the path I walked
Yet still I knew the way

[Arathin]

Bravo, Treebeard, and welcome to our humble poem thread. I thought that was maginicent.

[Luna]

That was beautiful, Treebeard.

[Treebeard]

Thank you

[Lantarion]

marvelous poem, Trebeard. Exclellent. I love that rhyme scheme, it's very narrative and flowing. Thank you.

In wide-stretched fields, on mountains high
among the forests green
Where snows or grass or tree-trunks sigh
dwells beauty seldom seen

Whether hidden under rifts of snow
or in the open plains
Or nestling where the thickets grow
where lightly fall the rains

Their blossoms white and dew-soaked leaves
their petals thin as air
Their stems that fall in sparkling beads
and hues beyond compare

In darkness, when the shades are deep
and sunlight can't be found
The flowers lay their heads to sleep
and sparkle without sound

A tiny glint, a shim'ring haze
brings out the shadows tall
The shades soon form a fearful maze
where tears and blooddrops fall

But then the light does faintly grow
and banishes the shades
The petals start to slowly glow
and evil spirits fade

Then in the midst of deepest night
a comfort can be found
these flowers, wielders of the Light
bring thoughts of safe and sound

[Courtney]

Excellent rhythm Treebeard! I personally think a poem is nothing without rhythm. It can do without rhyme but rhythm is the backbone of all poetry. I write most of my poems in iambic tetrameter.

[Luna]

angeldemon

He sits, cool and detached,
beautiful, my angel.
He's seductive. He's angry.
I can almost see the flaming sword
he carries.
His pain....
......seems to span
eternity
I cannot hope
to heal him
His wings are broken
Why does he hate?
He
there
in the corner,
I see his eyes glittering.




Pontifex, your poem was lyrical and amazing as always.

[Arathin]

Luna that was deep and amazing. Pontifex, where did you learn to write this genious. That last poem was amazing beyong words. I was left speechless. I could not post a poem tonight. Not after reading you and Luna's works. I have not the heart nor the will.

The Orcs do cry,
Where tis will
Tis a way.
But tonight
No will
Lights my way.

[Lantarion]

"Athankyouverymuch", to quote the King. :D

The night is dark, the sky is bleak
and lost is everything I seek
The biting frost and leering trees
are eerie by the soundless creek

Above me loom the branches black
I plead my feet to take me back
The water lies so quiet now
and in it lies the pain I lack

For in the shining, dim-lit pool
I see reflected, dark and cool
The Moon in all its splend'rous might
its light is like a shining jewel

I stand beside the lake and weep
eventually I drift to sleep
and when I waken, all is gone
yet shadows ever closer creep

Heh, I'm sorry this was so gloomy. But I was walking in the forest in the late evening yesterday, and it was the nearest encounter with Nature I could think of. I like to write about Nature, because it is beautiful to describe something both so painfully obvious and so taken for granted.
Luna, that was unbelievably surreal. It is thought better by some to let the reader create their own setting and mood, while you the writer only gives him hints and short sentences.
And Arathin, despite your humorous approach on he Orc- poem, I think it turned out great. It's quite touching, if you think about it.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Amid the bloody battle raging,
A warrior strong and brave,
looked at his gloomy foe.
Morgorth, the terrible.

The warrior finarfin,
with vengance on his mind,
and the fullfilment of a curseful oath
ran through his ancient mind.

I"m lost at how to coninue assistance???

[Arathin]

Thank you graciously Pontifex. My brain had checked out that night and hasn't come back yet. *sigh* At least I can't pay attention in school.:D Hehehehe.:D
No time to post a poem now. I will tonight, if I can get on.

[Lantarion]

Well, you might try to concentrate on the beat, and have a continuous rythm in the poem. And then you might tell about how Finarfin (wasn't it Fingon?) fights with Morgoth, and how he dies, cutting a gash into Morgoth in the process. And a great stanza would about how Thorondor cut his face up. Muahahaa.

Tempus Fugit
It flies more swift than any bird
a quiver in the grass
It's mournful lament can be heard
in lakes, as still as glass

The ripples, forests, breezes cold
and all of Nature's toil
Are all a tool of fate untold
that none can ever foil

Upon the creatures of this realm
this thing is like a curse
It cleaves the shield and breaks the helm
and sounds its shud'ring verse

But those who see the truth of things
embrace the Doom of Men
for Time is but a gift on wings
that leaves the world but when?

[Arathin]

For you I mourn,
For you I cry.
Why can you not see,
The beauty inside?
You are so amazing,
But you'll never admit.
You have potential,
That you won't see.
Deep inside I can see,
Ashes cold and burnt out.
But hidden within these,
A small embar licks.
How can I fan this flame,
Without blowing you away?
For you I mourn,
For you I cry.

[Morwen]

Well, here is a poem I wrote just this day. It's, well, very important to me.

Crimson sky

Under the crimson sky
Do the fields of rye shine,
And the flowers near the brook
Glisten and dare you to look.
Where the grass sways in delicate ways;
Where the moon showers its lace in May.

But further to Westfold among the canyons
Of blood red glow and orange flower blossom;
Of purple dusk and white clouds crossing.
Where the gods of the earth raise hand to sky;
Where the majesties of the mind rise to the sky line.
And the crimson sky casts its wonder upon thee,
And now you become the pantheon of beauty's might.
There lies the soul of the world; her bright sunlight.
Her dreams and her woes; her loves and pains.

Then when the crimson sky is cast upon thee
You glow with glorious glee.
And set fire to the heart, and thy reflection is cast in streams.
So that even those who look not toward you will see a dream,
And befall them will be a spell of goodness and wealth;
Wonder and ecstasy over bearing, capturing the soul.
And you encase their heart and soul upon your fair-haired knoll.
Your colors bend and whisper; taunt and tease.
Come and look, please!
But you I cannot hold; and you cannot be with me.
And I cannot show you my world; you cannot see.

The crimson fire rages in the sky and casts it colors upon you,
And you glow like embers; like green emeralds; like sky blue.
Like orange sunsets and purple dawn; like rust in rivers deep.
In the comfort of your stare I sleep; cast far into need
To see again your smile and beautiful song;
To see your faces and towering columns long;
To stand in the crimson shadow of your might;
To be within your changing sight till my heart stands tight.

[7doubles]

i sit apon the grass of spring smoking pipe weed blowing rings and all my love that seems so fair drifts apon the open air.

[Arathin]

These are all so good.

I stand on a hill,
Looking all around.
The sky above,
The grass below.
Green trees tower,
White clouds float.
Infinite beauty,
Eternal splender.
The wind blows strong,
Whipping my hair.
Nearby a happy brook,
Babels and dances.
The sun makes all glow,
As it runs its course.
The end of day runs nai,
Night will soon close in.
And then on night's mystic,
I will gaze and look.
Nature is my obession,
Nature is my life.

[greypilgrim]

Worshipful darkness
I was born of thee
Consuming everything in shadow.
Where I can only see deep within.
Deep within my sacred Soul.
Where Demons dwell and take their toll.

Footprints in Fire mark the paths
they tread over heart and mind.
With their dark arts they seek and find
the things I dread to know.

Master of darkness,
give Power to me.
For I am in chains and
cannot withstand the pain that is brought
by these Demons at hand.
Unleash me from these chains that bind
and I shall abide by your rule
through the storm and the tide.

Darkness will be my Bride.

[Lantarion]

*speechless*
*stares blankly at Morwen*
"Uh..maze..ing!"

[7doubles]

sleep fevered brain, sleep brain of rot,
sleep then ork dreams elamental thought, thought elamenal dreams ork then sleep, rot of brain sleep, brain fevered sleep.

[Arathin]

Interesting way with words, 7doubles. It is very entertaining. Can we get a spell-check over here for you though.
orc not ork
elemental not elamental or elamenal
I can't stand bad spelling. It drives me nuts.

[7doubles]

wa,wa,wa.... orc, ork:cool:

[Arathin]

It seems that we need spell check on the reply screen.;):D
My Sweet
I close my eyes,
It is your face I see.
I listen to the silence,
That you voice does fill.
I open my mouth,
You name comes out.
I look around and see that,
I prefer you company most.
You arms do wrap,
Around my waist.
Your lips softly generate,
Sweet fire upon my neck.
Your hands press hard,
Pulling me closer to you.
I can feel your strength,
Filling me with warmth.
You look deeply into mine eyes,
Your simple gaze fills my soul.
I bury my face,
Deep in you chest.
You hold me thus,
With no regrets.
None know you as well as I,
For you are mine, my sweet.

[7doubles]

sweets for the sweet

by "the candy man":)

[Morwen]

I wrote this one when I was feeling depressed on Valentine's Day. It's not one of my best, but I felt like posting it.

The Day She Went Away

The day she went away the sun did not rise.
It hid in the corners of the sky and did hide.
Its beauty was lost the day she went away;
Its life giving rays did not shower the lay,
And the moon was afraid to glid
To its rightful place in the heavens nigh.
The day she went away.

He looked afar down the winding road;
Like a snake with its poisonous mode;
Like a way that could never be.
She rode away to something he would never see.
And the grass waved its goodbye at the wind's beckoning.
And the river rushed wildly to watch her pass, longing,
To take her path and sway from its map.

And the town sat in the brush of a life cut down.
It watched her go and wondered with a frown,
Where that girl would go; somewhere they would not know.
Her memory would remain and wonder the minds,
Of those many who watched her go from behind.
Her legacy would be laid deep; a spring would form from her seep.
The vision of her purpose they would forever keep.

She rode strait and proud in the dawn of another day.
Her black beauty taking her away.
The dusts of her past staining the trees,
And the doors to her future encompass many themes.
To another day and another way.
To the day she went away.

[Xenith]

The Journey by Xenith 17.02.02

The Shadows fade..
And gives way to the light
Everything good and pure
And right

Night time awakens
Where starlight has been
Where Shadows have faces
Like nothing you've seen

Yet onward you go
With hope in your heart
And fear shall not follow
Onward you go
With hope in your heart
What hope for tomorrow?

Will Shadow prevail
Whilst the company is true?
The hope of the many
In the hands of the few

For weary are your heros
And heavy are your bows
Many miles along this road
And onward yet it goes

Onward Onward
With hope in your heart
And fear shall not follow
Onward Onward
With hope in your heart
What hope for tomorrow?

[7doubles]

the inportence of one mans life
just goes to show, my paradice
then to awake as a believer
gives the rise to the teacher
oh no
abought the one sided salvation, it's for a mans own mind and reson.
the inportence of one mans sole
just goes to show who's been told
oh no no no
it's all one sided salvation, it's for a mans own mind and grace.


a song by, me

[7doubles]

mistake: goes to show whose ben told

[Luna]

liquid green eyes
like pools of emerald fire
she moves, in silence, across
the room
all svelte muscle quivering
under satin
she moves to the window
looks out at the night
and the night is hers


Superb poems as always, everyone. 7doubles, I liked yours about the smoke rings. ;)

[Arathin]

The scent of must,
Decay and life.
All things in this,
Quiet wood glade.
The Spring has come,
The Winter failed.
Yet impermanent Spring,
Too shall fail soon.
The boon shall then,
By Summer be taken.
To flower delight,
And all green things.
The Elves shall,
Dance and sing.
The Orcs even now,
Hide their faces.
But Fall will always,
Follow brief Summer.
In Fall new colors,
Bright and true;
Bring joy to all,
Yet harald Death.
Death, endless sleep,
Death, through Winter.
The Winter equals death,
But Winter has turned to Spring.

[Lantarion]

The waters lightly flit and wave
and echo in the starlit cave
The walls and ceiling of the cleft
are of the chains of life bereft

The ancient markings in the stone
have all the lore of old bestown
their arcane symbols wrought with skill
were writ ere kings were overthrown

They tell a tale of maddened grief
and happiness that lived too brief
For after years of bliss and glee
a darkened shadow clove the reef

Then all the lands were broken down
and charred was all the rad'iant ground
Then flew the remnants of that kin
to havens where they won't be found

But in their plight their lair was sought
and all their joy for null was wrought
Then in the rock they carved their tale
so it would live, though they lived naught

Yet now these caves stand idle there
dep in the sea, yet far from care
But one day yet the story will
be told by those who seek that rill

[Arathin]

I would like to see you make women come out of their heads, expectally this woman.

Fool-hardy,
Never prosper.
The sane ones,
Ever feel my wrath.
Spell name true,
Or face hatred.
You are mine enemy,
So beware be told.
Mine enemies once,
Never see day again.

Let that be a literary work of warning to all who think I am foolish or stupid in my insane acts. My witt is as sharp as a needles and my sword is to match.

[Xenith]

Angels By Xenith 19.02.02


Angels..
I am told
Live in Heaven
Heaven on Earth
Is what you are
And I..
I am the Lonely Star
That awakened
When you smiled

A smile..
Like sunlight
Wonderful and warm
And bright
To give everything
I have
If only I could
I surely would
For a day without
Your sunlight
Would bring an
Eternity

..of Rainy days
Dont ever go
Away
Dont ever
Leave
For without you
There is no reason
for life
Or..
To even breathe

Who could truly
see?
Not the Sun
Not the Moon
For they are one
With the Angels
Who could truly
see?
That you are more
beautiful
Than any Angel
To me.

[7doubles]

we draged them throught the courtward to meet there very death and showed them all there flaws of their awful iron mess. a black hole lined with neon lights that burned out far beyond but now we know it's prisoners are happy to be gone. crashing through the hours only pesent life at stake this law will not have to be a power smashing hit but now they know te consaquince so throw them in the pit.

by me

[Arathin]

I have said it once
And say it again:
'All ye who pass
shall parish.'
And yet you pass.
Through the gate
Down the hall.
Will I have no peace?
Suddenly you let out
A great call:
'Will you not leave?
Leave this place.
Leave this dark place.
Leave with me.'
The call echoes mournfully
Through the chambers.
The shout makes all the
Rooms quake.
You turn to leave
This mournful solitude.
A whisper runs through
Your heart.
You turn, there I stand;
Mournful and alone.
You open your arms,
And I fall into them.
'You forbade my warning,
And entered these halls,
But did not parish.
Fore I have not the strength
To defie you long.
So take me with you.'
Together we leave these halls.
Me in your arms.
You broke into the chambers of my heart,
And stole it away.

[Lantarion]

Above my head the filtered light
creates a pretty, speechless sight
The sunlight flashes through the leaves
the green boughs waving swiftly weave

The sunlight dances on my road
and light my way long fore betold
I grasp my hilt and carry on
I know not where I'm coming from

Upon the way there lies a stone
it shines like power overthrown
It's bleak yet shining outer core
reflets the might that it once bore

I stoop and lift the fallen jewel
and in the crytal see-through pool
I see the light of tree-roofs green
and sights that few have seldom seen

Then on the road I tarried long
and rose my thoughts in form of song
Then with the stone I walk on forth
and choose my way, the highway north

[7doubles]

push me in the water, water.
i can breath now
and i will make it in your world some how
falling down to zero never comes to turms
hundred miles
let me taste your water, water
let me drink your wine
let me whisper in your ear and blow your mind
falling ever deeper into vortex of love
hundred miles


by me

[Arathin]

You think that you're a ladies-man, don't you 7doubles.

[sil]

Ok guys, I dared post one of mine. Nevertheless I am not a native
speaker, so be tolerant please :)

Fate’s Calling

Who made the blade and shaped its form,
a long before the dawn was born,
I swore to go and face the death
and fight until I can catch the breath.

Now I rest, my deeds redeem,
It shall be a restless dream.
Thou wieldst the sword so hear the name –
Feleglas, the steel of fame.
His master sleeps – yet crossed the sea
Under the oath it keeps now thee.
No more questions but the one,
„Where has yesterday so slightly gone?

Perhaps tomorrow never will.
But the only moon, shines on still.“

sil

[Luna]

Bravo, Sil! And it was very well spoken! ;)

[Lantarion]

Especially for a non-English-speaker! Bravo indeed. :) And welcome!

The Darks
A helm shines dully with the moon
its steel is darkened black
The visor is of evil shape,
a crooked, laughing crack

A plate of armour, black as night
and shot with purple signs
Is placed below the evil helm
which in the moonlight shines

The sword that hangs beside its guard
is it, too dark and cold
the sheath with red and purple symbols
tells a story bold

And in the hand which grasps the reins
a glove of spikes and blades
Holds tight the harsh and stringy coils
with life that quickly fades

For in the other hand there lies
a weapon fill with grief
A spear of swordblades, sharp and keen
in shapes of foul-shaped leaf

This soldier, dark and grim by mind
has found a suited name
The Dark Elves all these fiends are called
and black is too their fame

[7doubles]

lets reinvent the gods and all the myths of the ages, celabrate ancient symbols of deep elder forest. have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient ones?
a dark blue lake by the cool jewled moon, coupples raced nacid down by its quiet sides and we laughed like soft mad children, snug in the wooly cotton brains of infincy.

by, jim morrison
"the cellabration of the lissard"

[Arathin]

I believe 7doubles that you have gotten into trouble again. I am almost possive that this thread is for own works only. That would mean that you cannot post things thought of by others. I am not possitive on this fact, but seeing as everyone else only posted things that they wrote themselves I think I am right.

[7doubles]

it was a reference, ok here is one of my own,
this friend of mine he has cansor in his lungs and he"s praing on the man real hard. though he tries his best he just doesn't understand why he has to leave the promisedland,
only if we could fly side by side
i guess i can be an angel or something
and you are not jesus crist but you'll do
with all your trust and arrigents and truth.
i'll meet you then around the bend and maby then you might cae, maby not.
so you wread a book and then you took someone elses only way.
i had a life, made a life then take a life and it feels good, but only for a day or two.

and you are not jesus christ anymore than i my friend.
and we we can climb the highest mountains and we can cry like the eagles.
i'll meet you then around bend
i will meet you then
or mabyyyyy........ i wont.

by, me
"only if"

[Arathin]

Ok I fully admit this. I stand corrected. I am truely sorry, you do have feelings 7doubles. You don't always act like it, but you do. I guess they are buried very deep and don't show easily or often, but they are there.

[7doubles]

oh noooooo... boy that must have been real hard to admit...as discreatly as possable but i think that was kindness? we.

[7doubles]

left in a field of empty rows
locked in a deadly jesus pose
theres an old crows nest perched on his hand
his job is done on vacont land
strawman scare them all away
strawman standing in the rain
strawman no blood is running through your veins
strawman your the man who's going insain
lost garden child left to the wild full of distrest gone mad on your animol driven quest.
straw man...

by, me
" the scarecrow"

[Lantarion]

Good one, 7!

A castle standing on a hill
casts down its shadow long
A wind comes down to reap its chill
to shake the old stone-song

The crumbling, fallen roads and walls
and towers once were white
Now all the kings are dead or thralls
this place was caught by night

A hidden land, a city great
and home to two great trees
Did suffer its long held-back fate
that whispered not the breeze

For in the morning, red as blood
came evil, pushed by hate
Some tried to run, and most fought back
but they were much too late

For dragons, demons, evil pawns
and every evil thing
Came up against the hidden lawns
and came to slay the King

Then in his tower, swaying so
the King fled in his fear
But then there fell that final blow
he knew his death was near

For with the tower fell the lord
and fell the mighty halls
And on the ground, in stead of sword
there hurled those mighty walls

Though some escaped (and they were few)
the glory once renowned
Was stifled, slain; not wrought anew
the hills now make no sound

Yet still today some lucky sigh
can for a moment glimpse
The turrets great and towers high
that long have faded since

If you didn't notice, I was referring to Gondolin. It didn't start out as the Hidden Realm, but I noticed that I was progressing towards it inadvertently. :)

[Arathin]

There is a lot of inadvertent progression when I write. Be it poetry or working on my novel.

7doubles, I may or may not have been kindness. I don't think that I will tell you though.

[7doubles]

a man hot off his horse in shining armor; looken up at sky, lo and behold as strong as stone and hard but he died. while up there on capitl hill they'r waving their swords and passen their bills.

their harts are melted whit sin, they substute life an radiate din.

an elf who came from gondolin past forth a guild, rang the standered of our life and we're recovering stii.

when it all blows away you rejoice in its decay , but that is feable.
beacuse deep down in your self your out for no ome else, and thats evil.

[Khamul]

7doubles could you please check your poems and posts so they look marginally organized. Its very annoying having to shift through alot of grammatical errors. But I do that too so Im not mad, just in poetry its better if it's easier to read. But decent poems anyways.

[7doubles]

sorry, i m using remote controll not a keyboard. did you think my poem was decient otherwise. i wrote it.

[Khamul]

WebTV? But it was decent otherwise.

[Luna]

Softly spoken voices murmur
across a shadowed hall
ghostly images, phantom sounds
where once was,
now there's none at all
The future blazes bright
a neon world of dreams
the fantasy unfolds
silently on silken wings
a whisper, a flutter,
it rises-----
then falls
leaving only a glimpse
of what was,
and what is now
nothing at all.


*P.S.
Actually, I really like 7doubles' poems. They may not be grammatically perfect but they are still cool to read...I really like your style, 7doubles...hope you will still post your work.
;)

[7doubles]

water in your vein, the pain of life is so insain and sometimes it feels strange, that water in your vein.

theres water in your head, electric lights are your bed and someday you'll be dead when the water leaves your head.

and the neon lights in the city at night are calling out your name; now you have water on the brain.

[sil]

Luna: Pretty good! I decided to copy best works and yours is included! ;)

The Snowing

When soul gets brighter as it might
as full-moon light the darkest night,
The Time turns wheels and it steals
in self-accusing crime.

The cruel Wind breaks snowing flakes
that Frost made fall from The Heaven’s Hall
where they had reached their prime.
Dancing through the winter skies,
just born prepared to sacrifice,
Praise the faithless who don’t pray –
Goddess Night won’t conquer day.

When Sun the Goldsmith will arise
with gentle strikes it melts the ice.
So flakes end every dawn,
Heat ate them like a swarming spawn.
They lived shortly, but they were wild!

The fact of life is, though it shocks,
Each day you may open a Pandora’s box
with wonder of a child.

sil

[7doubles]

: "to reach and find then climb an even blacker higher wall of death, choking on your fire breathing breath".


he got dressed in his favorit red rented tuxido.
and he took out his favorit steel, stainless and shiny razor blade.
with that flower on his chest he put to rest all the proublems befor him.
now he would give it all rite back to them, in the glorios spirt of darkness.
pourimg down the drain.
his life blood
washed away.

fly on the wings of golden angles
fly on gonna take off far and wide
fly on the wings of golden angles
dont be afraid to fly with the good lord high

by, me
"rented tuxido'

[7doubles]

man are the mass of the atom. men are newtrons to the earth. the earth is an upscaled hydrogen atom, one moon proton and the necules is a decayed ion of an ordinary urainium newtron

ratio life, by, me

[7doubles]

i am sliping away the relm of dreams has become intangled with the tonel. the envelope of time spins on a spirel yoyo and ying yang why for that g thing? why to gain and lose things i have and want more all the same. is truth a device of malice shown to throw over again or mearly overthrow my mind.

kementari belicondopple lindon lothmat gor silglint shockastickles

[Kementari]

Cute 7.. :rolleyes:

is it your task to offend every person in this part of the forum. wow, thats hard work

[Lantarion]

Cold as the Moon in a starry, black sky
the night has a quirk and we seldom ask why
As we walk under stanrs and the glowing white Moon
the air in the dark has more might than the noon

The woods in the dark are a beautiful view
the branches are black and the glitter in the dew
Never in the day is the magic so seen
when the trees of the forest so invitingly lean

In the dark I am gone and my thoughts are alone
in my head all is clear though I'm chilled to the bone
Never in the day do I hear myself think
and yet I always wait for the dawn to night sink

[Luna]

:) Thankyou Sil...that makes me feel really good, but I must say compared to a few of the writers in here...well I can only hope to keep trying to get to the level they are. Your poem, "The Snowing" was gorgeous. I mean really great, I loved it. I look forward to more.
Pontifex, as always, *bows*, wonderful work.

[7doubles]

my best frined lived down the road, theres nothing left of him but worms and bones.
my moher died left me all alone, and my fathers hooked on methadone.

i'm just a quarter mile from being six feet in a hole.
and i'm six bullets away from loseing controll.
i know what i want but i just dont show, i'm just six inches away from being in hell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"heavy ladon knockers"


abought a mile down that road lives a man named old king coal.
he's a miner like a soalger, hammer strike like a king cobra.
heart of fire, breath of sulfer, smoke so thick it will dam near choke ya.
oh no old king coal was a very old sole with money to burn and power controll.
harden to diamond, black as nite.
old king coal is full of might.

both by, me

[Lantarion]

oh, the first one is very sad.:( Good woik.
Thanks Luna. You should write more!

Among the broken, ashen stumps
I wander in the wild
Among these charred and riven lumps
I wandered as a child

The forest deep and green was then
and there the Sun yet shone
But now the plain is more a fen
and all the trees are gone

I pass a gurgling, dying stream
and look at it with grief
And sad and cruel though it may seem
now burnt is stick and leaf

I watch the sky and question fate
why did they have to flee?
Still evil walks and wrecks in hate
the wilds all made with glee

Yet still my road goes on through woe
I witness misery
I have to tramp the burning road
and challenge darkness free

[Khamul]

7doubles that came pretty close to being a rap song the first 1.

[7doubles]

no, this is rap;
well you think your cool
but i'm not a fan
of ya sneaken roud town
like the repo man
the slimjim is the tool of the trade
you get a block punk think you got it made
i dont like rookies dont eat orieos
i'm 7d cookies dont put on no show
im a glorious fighter from the lower west side
a notorious writer with a lions pride
but on the down side without a gun i cant hookup another gang land shootup........

i could on but i wont.
by me "the thief"

[Treebeard]

Ok, here's number 2. What do you think?

Man:
O wanderer
Where goest thou
Upon this summer morn

With weary limb
Deportment grim
And countenance forlorn?

O tell me
Lonely wanderer
Why didst thou leave thy home?

What errand
Brings you to these lands
Say, wherefore dost thou roam?

Wanderer:
O gentle stranger
Since thou ask
My tale I will disclose

For many months
I've journeyed
All in vain though, I suppose.

My quest, you see
Is such as
Always has me on the run

I chase that
Bright gold object
Yea, I go to find the sun.

Man:
The sun's
Your target?
Nay, good fellow, surely thou dost jest.

But verily
Thou look sincere
So this I will suggest:

I darest
Silly wanderer
To say "be ruled by me."

Forbearest,
Foolish wanderer
For this shall never be.

Wanderer:
ForbearI shall not
Thou the heavens
Urged me so to do

As long
As I am standing
That great light I will pursue.

My chase has been
A long one
And a weary and a hard

I hope one day
My story shall
Be sung by some great bard.

For never
Has a man attempted
Such a daunting task

As this that I
Am now attempting
About which you ask.

But as I say
My toil thus far
Has all been in vain

For still the sun
Eludes me
And it laughs at all my pain.
Man:
Get you back home
O wanderer.
Say not another word!

A story more
Preposterous
Than yours I've never heard.

The sun is
Far beyond your reach
At daybreak or at noon

Oh, don't you see
You may as well
Attempt to catch the Moon.
Wanderer:
I thank you
Gentle wayfarer
But this I have not missed

For once
I've found the sun
The moon is next upon my list!

[Luna]

Treebeard, what a way with words! I'm almost afraid to post this now, lol, but here goes............


In the Cities of the Dead
Time is immortal,
the song of Death
is one voice
sung by all.
The silent tomb,
faded words
chisled in marble
stone angels with Ravens
sitting.....fluttering
upon their shoulders.
Here in peaceful rest
the Dead sing softly,
in perfect stillness
one can listen.
The Dead sing;
soon we all
will join in their Song.

[sil]

ok guys, I wonder if anyone could help me...
Since I am definitely no native speaker perhaps
some of you (Treebeard? ;) ) may teach me how
to use old English, especially 2nd person of
plural and singular.

What I know is, there are pronoun forms

thou-thee-thy-thine
ye-yer-?

and the verbs forms affix -st, e.g. goest, wieldst, canst...
one exception - are=art.

Now, how to make a negation? I suppose:
Thou needst not fear.

and question:
Knowst thou thy name?

Are there any other rules, forms or grammar
you could tell me about?

Thanx

sil

[Treebeard]

You seem to have a better hang of it than you give yourself credit for, Sil. As for myself, I have a hard time teaching these kinds of things...just kind of comes naturally. Just try writing in this style, and I think you'll see that you can do it. By the way, you may have noticed that I switched from using "thou" to using "you" in the middle of the poem. That wasn't intentional, just a slip-up.

[Treebeard]

By the way, I really liked your poem, Luna. I have a hard time writing free-verse like that, so I'm really impressed by people who can write like that.

[7doubles]

This is a poem I wrote abought my mom.
. "Why"
Why does it hurt so much without you.
When I think of you I break down into tears.
Every day gets more and more hollow.
You gave me all your strength and all your fears.

And the more you love, the more it hurts, so you pound your pain down into the dirt.
The only answer to the question why, is the more you live sweetheart, the more you die.

. by, me

[Lantarion]

*sniff* yet again! Great! :)

Quivering through the great green grass
the leaves and blades of singing whim
The delicate and fragile glass
between the clouds and echoes swim

No branch of laughter brings to flame
this miracle of azure joy
No shrouded wish can this thing tame
or harness might and strength employ

As quick as it set foot upon
this world of pretty rhyme and lore
It vanished, and its fingers gone
were wisps of air, and nothing more

Entitled "Air".

[7doubles]

this one is for luna.
"moonshine"
wisky drinken away with trouble times
got me thinken i need someone in my life
heavy drinken has given me some scars
on the corner in the courtyard and in the bars.
sometimes i need a taste so bad hair of, the dog, the goat the ram
licks my body from my skin hold my hart and tuck me in
it's not so bad to lose control but its hard to keep your sole
so when somebody throughs you down you pick your body off the ground
but remember this and know 7Doubles told you so


thanks for the nice pm, luna:p

[Lantarion]

This is the greatest poem I've heard for a while (other than the stuff on this thread):rolleyes::

An angel, robed in spotless white
bent down to kiss the sleeping Night
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn

It's a very pretty poem, and pretty descriptive if you think about it. This is probably the second best poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar, as "We Wear the Mask" is excellent as well. This one is, incredibly, called "Dawn".

[Luna]

That is a really beautiful poem, Pontifex.

7doubles...wow...very cool poem...I really like your use of phrasing..makes your poems really interesting to read. Thanks :)
and I look forward to more.

[Luna]

Everyone is afraid of the dark.
They have all imagined
the terrors that await there.

---And the ones who scoff at
the Dark,
in their attempt at bravery;
they are the most afraid.

For they wonder,
what awaits?
the stealthy movements
in the quiet of midnight.
the
russsssssstling in the dark.

in the black awaits the
low, fetid odor of fear
high evil laughter of
imps scratching their
long claws...
on the floor.

boogeyman

Everyone fears one.
the one who lives in
the Dark
and waits there...
laughing....
......clicking its claws...
waiting....








BOO!

[Luna]

well, not exactly midnight but you get the idea.......lol

[7doubles]

down in the trailer park
they wait for me
we sing the songs
that make the clowns dance on lawns
as i drive my car down your freeway

and here comes mr mesquito man
tooling in my veins
driving me up a wall
stinging me with pain
from the love of her hug
to the push of my shove
my shove, my shove, my shove oh

up on the shady glade
we rock some more
and swing a jig
to make us dance down ceilings floors

and here he comes
here comes mr mesquito man.....

" mr mesquito man "
by, me
:p

[Lantarion]

I walked among the dells and streams
and passed the grass-grown rifts
I wondered at the Sea so blue
that whistles, shouts and shifts

I walked upon the less-trod path
and saw the leaves of grass
The trees that glistened green and gold
reflecting light like glass

And 'cross the deserts, brown and bare
all blanketed with sand
I trod the miles that end at last
before the gates of land

Then far upon the pretty Sea
upon the crest of foam
I saw the island glimm'ring green
reminding me of home

I stepped upon the crystal boat
the ship that carried fate
I steered towards that land of hope
and hoped I'm not too late

Entitled "Death".

[Valar]

OK i've never posted here but i don't know why, i wrote a poem the other day. I usally right songs, i right loadsa of songs but here is a poem. Tell me what you think..


How beautiful are words,
but so inadaquete too,
to help express that feeling,
when he looked at you.

For when he felt his stomach drop,
that clear blue in his mind,
When your light peirced that dark,
that all others left behind.

Love are thoughts unspeakable,
but irrepresible too,
just think about the time,
When it came to you.

[7doubles]

nice valar, pontifex that was an excellent complamenting poem to mine. the treetment was nearly the same. we have verry simular writing styles. just different inerest.

love me so much to hate me me as well
closer to heven is closer to hell
if you want to hurt me ii will do you no help
try and kill me and you just kill yourself
angles and demons are one and the same
the devil is god going insain.

by, me "inner conflict"

[Lantarion]

Thanks, 7. You have some great stuff too (and it would be even better if you picked up that grammar and spelling!). :D

Arise, oh youths of bravery
Arise, oh knights of fame!
Arise and shield your county's pride
and fight those ones to blame!

Rise up, oh youths in love with home
Rise up and save your lands!
Rise up and fight for greater good
and die not by the sands

Fear not, oh youths so valiant
Fear not, of hearts of stone!
Fear not, for there is hope still yet
'till dead is hearth and home

Have strength, oh wounded lad of war
Have strength and do not die
Have strength although your pains are great
live yet and do not fly

Now part, oh youths of bravery
Now part, you bitterly lost
Now part, and leave for better shores
and bear not folly's cost

Entitled "Folly's Cost".

[7doubles]

words are simple words are quick words are like a walking stick, plant them watch them grow. the words you reep are the words you soe.

[arisen pheonix]

should all that is fall into shadow
and all that was be only myth
for all that is yet is only broken dreams
that wish to be and cannot

by myself

i once dreamt in a dream
i lie beneath the silvern stars
in myriad majesty
their siren songs filled the air
and the moon smiled with glee
hence the firey pheonix came
to chase the night and greet the day
and all the stars ran in childish jealousy
as the sun came dancing up
all rose to greet her crying
"the day has come and the night is over,
the sun has arisen.arisen to cleave the night
and chase the moon away. our lady of day!"

by myself

what do you think? good or bad?

[Lantarion]

Excellent! Very descriptive. The only downside I actually see (which isn't actually a downside, but a question of liking) is the lack of organized rhyme scheme. But I like rhyming, and that's my opinion. But it's great, well done. I like the ABCB- rhyme scheme the most, and I use it quite often in my poems.

Never did I see the Sun
and marvel at its might
I never saw its glowing rays
caress the grass with light

Never did I see the Moon
and marvel at its chill
So cold a thing, yet beautiful
can make a dream at will

Never did I watch the grass
just quiver in the wind
Their leaves as slender as a blade
a thing that never sinned

Never did I feel the breeze
that came in from the Sea
This blessing cool, not understood
that moved my mind to glee

Now as I lie upon the field
this field of cloven grass
the Sun, the Moon, the grass, the wind
I feel and am at peace

Entitled "Death II".

[Luna]

No poem of mine, but in honor of St. Patrick's Day, a blessing.


"May you have food and raiment,
a soft pillow for your head;
may you be 40 years in heaven
before the devil knows you're dead."

Happiness to all! :)

[arisen pheonix]

this is my fav poems (not by me of course :p) if you cant figure out why than your really brainless (...how much do you get for selling your brain to science?)



Thumbs

Oh the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, ans white as the snow
But the taste of a thumb
Is the sweetesr taste yet
(AS only we thumb-suckers know).

by Shel Silverstien

[chant]

I love all these poems they're fabulous!
i've got one too, just think about it for a few moments


What if you slept? And what if, in your sleap, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?



It's from Coleridge (1772-1834)

[Lantarion]

Aha! We have a thumb-sucker here! Get 'im! :D

A sword, that blade so quick and light
can be a soldier's friend
But ere you smile in pride and strut
learn that your sword won't bend!

But like a friend, realistically,
your sword may be quite sly
He'll nick your thumb and cut your toes
before you wonder why

But don't despair, hold up your blade
and learn to master steel
And try, you fool, to drop it not
for pain's an evil feel

But if you think it's just too hard
that it's not worth the way
Don't give a ****, and chuck your pride
and throw your sword away!

:D

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Pontifex, I know I shouldn't be posting here, will you please check your PMs...

[arisen pheonix]

contemptous ecasty, a world that knows only sorrow

(.....dont ask where that came from cause i honestly dont have a clue)

to weep is to be weak.
who wants to be weak?
so why then do we weep?
(i dont know where i got that one either)

out of sight out of mind
out of mind out of time
this is a stupid rhyme

Opportunity
by Edward Roland Sill

This i beheld or dreamt in a dream
there spread a cloud of dust along a plain
and underneath the cloud or in it raged
a furious battle and men yelled and swords
shocked upon swords and shields a princes banner
wavered then staggered backward hemmed by the foes
a craven hung along the battle's edge
and thought "had i a sword of keener steel
that blue blade the king's son bears but this
blunt thing!" he snapped and flung it from his hand
and loweringcrept away and left the feild
then came the king's son wounded and sore bestead
and weaponless and saw the broken sword
hilt buried in the trodden sand
and ran and snatched it and with a battle shout
lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down
and saved a great cause that heroic day

there is no puncuation becaus i do not remember where to put them so...

[sil]

just fragments from one I intended to
assemble but haven't done yet... :(

Sometime, somehow I wish I heard
in a whispering of ladybird
what we were, and what we are
lovers searching morning star?
Up in the starways...

...

God, my father, please bless
for me and her and nothingness
flame and brush you can be
you writer of my destiny
Up in the starways...

...

Imagine, you go down the hill
and with amazing, perfect drill
an eagle manifests his wings in flight
- the beauty of wild nature.
Do you know, a mouse has died?
Nay, it's on a starway...

[Luna]

In the subtle rays of first
morning's light
comes the hunter,
fair and quick
small and light,
deadly as a nightmare.
Sunlight bounces off water
but still his eyes
see everything.
There-------a silver glint,
and he dives,
arrow of feathers and
wings held close,
and comes up with
his prize,
the fish writhing in
its last moments.
Fierce beats the heart
of this hunter,
the Hawk knows no fear.

[Lantarion]

Among the blackness, swirling slow
a sudden spark, a sudden glow
A flick'ring light that blazed afar
was seen by Men and called a star

Heh, inspired by the poem "Dawn".

[7doubles]

flowers so sweet, fragrent with life, the bodies of plesure asure blue skies.
the warm breeze of summer flow through spring the new blades of grass carpet the meddoes.
a new cycle of rebirth; out with the old in with the new. life begins with the loving touch of floras slender hands, mother nature nurish our lands.

"ode to spring" (unfinished)
by, me 3222

[Aerin]

I'm rather hesitant to put my poem on here... There are so many wonderful works on here that mine looks shabby already...:o

A Midsummer Dawn

As the sun begins to show her face
Over mist-topped moutains peaks,
Clouds floating in the sky like lace
Force the dark night to refuge seek.

Warm rays of gentle light
Caress the living earth,
Plants come forth with might
And to their leaves give birth.

Silken petals on a flower unfold
Giving hints of colours unseen,
Once open that tell a tale of old
Seeming to always have been.

The chatter of birds fills the air
That breaks the enveloping silence,
They hop about with nary a care
Hurrying alone on some pretense.

A hidden thicket in the heart of the forest
Shelters a mother doe and her fawn,
Who laid in deep slumber and sweet rest
Wake and rise now with the dawn.

A gurgling stream runs merrily along
Its endless journey it will complete,
The splashing water sings a lively song
As on pulses the earth's heartbeat.

By C.S.

[Morwen]

Hmm, I've not posted here in such a long time. You could say I was wandering another world, or you could say that I haven't had time. But the real reason is, I hadn't writen a poem that I liked enough to post here. So, I like this one enough to share it with you. I hope you enjoy.

The Celestial Pantheon

Thou might flame of blighted light,
Takes thy stay in the eve of after day.
And sparkles in heaven's craning height.
Thy gaseous wings spread much far to say,
And plait the skirts of thy heavenly body.
Hath thine brightness shone ere time?
And glittered to make the gods godly?
Have thee not stayed
Whilst the world seemed away?
Have thee not seen the joy thee bring?
To mine eyes of saddened sight,
And heart of magic's trace.
Thou haveth wizended days
Upon darkness's almighty rays.
Thou silken sheets of celestial wonder,
Do make the eyes something not to cover.
And thy candles riding the Milky Way,
Dance peacefully upon its growing crest.
But does thine eyes see the ways of time?
How life does pass
For those who wait with bated breath,
To see you mass.
Does thy rays,
Like magic's day,
Send a shower of sparkle through the void full nights?
And does thy beauty reflect wholly in the mirrors
Of our asinine time?
Do we travel too fast to see you in full bright?
Or leave you to rot like a sour lime.
But whilst thee have a stay in our after eve sky,
I shall spare the moment to gaze heaven ward,
And see your wonder above the canopy's gourd.

[7doubles]

say you know wopds of mite and like but i know words that like not mite yet power still and force as well to hem upon the will and sole
so you like words that sing like birds though my words still ring truth bring fruit and yet die apon my toung; na for i am the seventh sun
your words herd and fall flat on your face the point of my words stick in your head or cut my own throught but don't ever belicondopple your quote

"shakastickels"
by, me

[Lantarion]

Morwen, thundering entrance, welcome back! Excellent poem, quite thespian!
And Aerin, that is a beautiful poem, great rhymes! :)

Moral
Loudly though their hunger sings
and though their cries rise up in woe
The monarch sits and does not cringe
he sits and sits, and ponders so

This tribe of people, in their plight
will seek the help of men with grace
But first they battle, as they might
the force that burns their branded race

Then men whose hearts are kind and pure
would help the sick, and mend their wounds
"How much can any man endure,
before he falls down from his noon?"

The King is sought, his aid beseeched
the calls for help bounce off the walls
But stone is cold, and cruel is leech
like ice the monarch's morals fall

He sits, upon his golden pew
and sits, and sits, and ponders more
For when a heart's not made to rue
it listen's not to value's lore

Then desperate, for the men still die
the kindly knights let go to wrath
To this the King lets but a sigh
and sees the darkness on his path

As starts to fall the raiséd sword
the King says "Stop!" and thinks no more
For though he was a kingly lord
his fall had broke him, and his lore

"My aid is given, ill or good!"
his cries are heard about the hall
"For thus I do as all men should."
he turns, then dies and clasps the wall

The knights are grieved, and weep for long
and minstrels sing and play no more
But then they wake, and see their wrong:
delay of all will Death implore

So then these men by honour bound
ride off to save the dying kind
But when they come, the tribe is gone
it had not been, but in their minds

[7doubles]

meloco morgoth gorgor war
glamoth mordor ciritnor
ungol ungol samothnor
yoak nasgul ishintintalay yoar!

i know the end is near the signs are here
i smell the burning leaves falling from the trees
the time is now
the time is here
rite now

you kling to life like an ax stuck in a tree
i kling on to life like the tree stuck in the ground
you chop me down
i come back seven times stronger

sometimes i frank n beans sopepowder frenzy
rite now i wish for a dishpan hand


"shlopnumglob"
by me

[arisen pheonix]

death
a raging sea of souls lost
who scream and wail
as one passes close to their eternal shadow
then withdraws and escapes to the life beyond
they that dwell there are eternally damned
forever to dwell in the place of their torment
where darkest nightmares stalk
and even light darst not show its face
but if the gaurd should fail
and the gate crumble they might escape
we might escape

harsh cold light burns our eyes
quite different from the warm sun of our fading memories
we are being taken from our jail
our torment
our prison
our damnation
no longer will we die in the darkness
as awaking and the nightmares of our sleep intertwine
no longer will we be feed for their demons
who dwell in the fires that spew into our living hell

we are before the seat of the judge
he will decide where we will go
back to death
to the garden of darkness
it is alive and feeds off those who enter
one only one will be sent to the arena
that lucky one will recieve a quick death
as they are devoured by the starved beasts
the emperor keeps for entertainment

what will he say
where will we go
where will i go

[7doubles]

this time i'm busting loose, this time i'm free no time to slow down it's just you and me.
isn't it beautifull living this dream, all the possablitys have yet to be seen.

let's take a walk and maby talk abought whats real and how we feel.
we'll make each other bloom i'm comming soon it's a beautifull sunny afternoon.

take your time, make the moment last. now your mine but dont let your love slip past.

unfinihed: "Kimmy"
by, me

[Tar-Ancalime]

Words cannot describe
the heart i lay before thee
nor can they fully grasp
how bright it radiates at midnight

My heart now open
wounded and stained
from the tears and grief that bore me.
Throughout the fields of dreams it has lain.
open the storms at night
and breezes that haunt the day

[arisen pheonix]

the bland bleakness of light
cannot compare
to the rich depth of night

[Tar-Ancalime]

none can compare to the sheer terror felt
while watching the omen trilogy on a saturday night.
It makes you tremble, cry out in fear and sorrow.
Just when you think the terror is released your dreams are full of it once again.

[7doubles]

the crow flys toward the setting setting sun. nite falls black on the starless sky, and you know down in your sole, no one here gets out alive.

in the wild land coyote sing underneath forest eves, listen close the wordes of woodstalk, you will never find true peace.

time will crush you into power and blow you in the breeze

"tonal torn"
by me 3312

[Tar-Ancalime]

wow...i'd have to say you guys rock at composing poetry.

[arisen pheonix]

come my friends
shadow and death
destruction and despair
come my friends
tonight we meet once again
to plague the mind
kill the body
and steal the soul

[Elfarmari]

I seem to be incapable of writing poetry unless it's about some place I've been. :( Therefore, my topics are limited. This is about the Colloseum, in Rome.

a colossus built of stone.
the remains of an empire.
an empire all-encompassing, unresistable.
split by human lust for power, its monuments left to rot,
to the mercies of a future turbulent, uncertain.
plundered for the work of others,
defaced as the symbol of pagans, it still stands;
time lapping at its base, unable to get in.
chipping, eroding, not destroying, not changing,
still of a distant time, of ages past.
the gale of time swirls around it still,
as throughout the ages,
changing nations, people.
empires rose, fell, kings ruled, perished,
hatred reigned, peace triumphs.
it still stands, unchanged.
an island in the sea of today.
a colossus built of stone.
the glory of man's accomplishments,
the remains of an empire.

[Tar-Ancalime]

so much for your cry of modesty.

Destiny is a funny thing
Telling mens hearts of events to come.
yet to so many destiny is numerous riddles in the dark
only half-truths and mere lies.

I can say destiny is both right and wrong.
But if ones forsight is true
than what is the point of living when you already know the future

[Luna]

"The Family Road Trip" or, "A Descent Into Madness"

nothin to see in the windows outside,
I sit and watch the desert go by
and observe its sameness;
and wonder at its age.

fellow passengers round me wailing
their very souls were tormented
from the start.
they draw me in,
psychic vampires...
and I can't believe how helpless
I feel.
And truly I want to help them,
but their sorrow is beyond
my power.

they are ghosts anyway.

And still the road goes on,
and in its broken yellow line
I see the truth---
that life was made for moving,
and sometimes there is
nowhere to go.

So the moon paints the desert
that eerie....silver
and the road
lulls me to sleep.

[7doubles]

that was grrreat, luna. you are a true poet.:cool:

[arisen pheonix]

i walk out on the plain
the carrion fowl greet me
enraptured as they feast
on fallen warriors
i search the carnage
the haunted expressions
that the dead wear
echo through the silence
my eyes fall upon a famillar face
and i know
what life i had is now gone
as i look upon my loves face
the last time

[Tar-Ancalime]

In dreams I am freed
from mortal bonds and binding ties
I could fly in the sky
or swim in the sea

I may even travel to middle earth
or saturn or jupiter
for by dreams we are saved
from daily toils
and by dreams we awake
to behold a much brighter day

[arisen pheonix]

your poem was very uplifting nice but i perfer poetry with a tragic twist or mystery wich is probably obvious

[Tar-Ancalime]

eh...geuss I cant please everybody!j/k:p

[arisen pheonix]

not that it wasnt a good poem

the breath of the undead
forever a mystery
o where did the vampires go
ne'er able to see light
to cross the subtle running waters
of a stream at night
would surely be doom
but have they forsaken that all
or did they forsake the shear ecasty
of the kill

inspired by those who hunt the night

[Diabless]

The Golden Wood of Lothlorien fades into the white mist like the shining sun behind an overcast cloud.
The river is calming, freeing their minds for a short while,the soothing lapping of the waters and Galadriel's melodious chant
Allows them to meditate,
but the
Ring
sits in everyone's minds, teasing and
taunting their desires and fears.
Which will he choose?
The fiery Crack of Doom of Mordor or
The glorious White City of Gondor?
Foosteps.An army moves in search of something.
Two lights peer out,gollum, gollum

Please post comments. It seems more like a paragragh to me!
Am I really bad?

[arisen pheonix]

no i think its cool

fire fire fire
burn burn burn
o great fire god
burn our soul
char our mind
your fire is
eternal
burn burn burn
fire fire fire
o mighty fire god
to you we give
our blood
that your fire may
live on while we
are consumed
fire fire fire
burn burn burn

inspired by the drawing homage to the fire god

[Lantarion]

Ooh, fire.

A thing of beauty, shining bright
a being, made of shades and light
Yet bright and evil, kindling lore
it slowly burns what is no more

[arisen pheonix]

i stumble across the sands of time
in search of a famillar face
in search of comfort i will never have
chasing phantoms and immpossible dreams
shouting at the shadows around me
runing from the vioces that torment me
they will not let me escape
searing pain surges through me
as their cold fingers touch my soul
i close my eyes breath a prayer
then open them their still here
someone save me someone coax my fear

[Tar-Ancalime]

I search the faces of the sky
to discover my unsealed fate.
to find my secret
hidden and strange

I no longer am content
with guessing who I am
for there is a difference between going
and knowing.

[arisen pheonix]

a face to light the dark hours
one who will be there
when others turn away
always and forever
i will love him
through terror and death
and the end of eternity
because i know he'd be there
for me

for korhall

[Arathin]

I haven't been here in a while.

He sits in the corner.
Poor, crazy Michael.
Sometime I try to talk to him,
But all he does is stare.
I think he might not be crazy,
But then he proves he is.
He just sits there all day,
And mutters to himself.
Michael, Michael, Michael.
I miss the days you were sane.
What is insanity like for you?
I wonder daily what you're thinking.
So one day I think I'll join you
In your simple, quiet insanity.
Just sitting, all balled up,
In a dark corner.
I quite like insanity.
Please leave me alone everyone,
I am going quite insane now.

[korhall]

this is not one of mine, but i really like it:

poe wrote this:

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.


But he grew old --
This knight so bold --
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.


And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow --
"Shadow," said he --
"Where can it be --
This land of Eldorado?"


"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied, --
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

[Tar-Ancalime]

What mortals dare to dream

What mortals dare to dream
can be thought as insanity.
What mortals dare to dream
border impossibilities

We dream of mountains high
and of valleys inbetween.
We dream of heavens grand
and hell's forbiddeness

We look at nights and dream of days
We look at fear and somehow drive it away
We look at the ugly sinister villian
and find a hope for that lost soul.

For What mortals dare to dream
Is insane
is beautiful
is grand
is impossible
but if we don't dare to dream of all those
we will find nothing to look forward to

Arathin:howz married life

[arisen pheonix]

i liked that poem

i was supposed to memorize that poem you posted Kor i never could it was too sing songy

[Tar-Ancalime]

*shakes in terror* that was scary 7doubles!:eek:

I sit and wait in skies forboding
for the meaning of life- everlonging.
The darkness swallows days last light
leaving me in a horrible fate.

[Lantarion]

7, do you write anything but good, morose poems? That one was so sad and frightening!

Among the eaves, the eaves so green
there flit the ones who can't be seen
Behind the trees, the trunks so high
there hide the ones who once had been

The road is pale as evening falls
yet they are lithe, as heaven's thralls
They glow and sparkle in the night
and climb above the guarding walls

They fly, and as they hover near
the flames that lick the land so dear
They die, they die, and burn no more
now less there's in the world to fear

The figures, tiny beings of light
all three are made by heaven's might
Their aid is near, where there is fear
they twinkle, spark, fly out of sight

Yet though the creatures slay the dark
and drive away the devil's mark
They can be slain, and once they fall
then dies the hope that was its spark

So gather all your wits and hearts
arm not yourself with swords and darts
For in your mind there lies the key
to hell's devouring mystery

[Tar-Ancalime]

and ponty stil you are the king of prose and poetryy

[arisen pheonix]

i thought 7s poem was good

armys mass
the white king has called them
red warriors rage like fire
across the battle ravaged plain
the albino in the lead
himself and his white stallion
flecked with blood
inhuman screams fill the air
as the king calls demons to war
he rides across the plain unchalenged
dragon ilse is his again

[Tar-Ancalime]

Ya know it always seems like you get your best ideas at night. Did anyone else ever notice that.

[arisen pheonix]

im always here at zero-dark-thirty(as we say on post) so i have to agree

[Tar-Ancalime]

yeah...isn't that strange.

[arisen pheonix]

isnt it though

[Lantarion]

Yes, and I think that has to do with your brain shutting down and getting nearer to REM-mode, or dreams.
I dunno, but my English teacher says he gets his best ideas on the toilet! :) But he's a strange guy..

At dusk your mind can rest at last
reflecting on the shades of past
It's then that thoughts come clear and bright
when darkness falls upon the night

And as you lay yourself to sleep
your thoughts do slowly, swiftly seep
The visions brought to us as dreams
are real and clear as life, it seems

But when you wake to see the dawn
and watch the dew upon the lawn
You try to recollect the things
that turned the stars to golden rings

But all those locked are nonetheless
'hind wall of bleak forgetfulness
So wait for dusk, when night is come
and listen to your notions hum

[arisen pheonix]

thanks for sharing
i am currently out of ideas

[Luna]

Then comes the phony wizard,
that false prophet:
and while they smile and nod
their eyes glazed over
in lies;
that Priest of Falsehood
puts aside his crown
and they step forth...
....willingly......
and smile
as he eats their souls.

[Tar-Ancalime]

The toilet ponti! The toliet:eek: !

The night whispers secrets deep
in the winds that sweeep across the plain
In the night under covers I lay
recieving these whispers as dreams and prayers.

[Lailossewen]

hello everyone. i'm extremely new here (actually, this is my first post) and i was really hoping that you had some sort of poetry thread, and i'm glad to find it! here's a little poem i came up with a couple of minutes ago. still needs some work, but it's all i have on hand.

The infinite universe stretches beyond us all,
The stars and planets abound,
And the never-ending circle is complete.
We cannot comprehend forever,
Nor infinity, as it were.
Timeless is the eldest,
Ageless the beloved,
And endless our existence.


maybe you could tell me what you think? any criticism is extremely welcome


:)

[7doubles]

grrravy Lallo

this sonet i just wrote and it is hot dog fabtabuless

i am setting free, breaking down the walls of reality
befor you know it, i'll be on the inside track
a hundred million miles away and no turning back
befor you relise why, i had my fun tripped on the sun and then i died
you never missed me till the end, i did my best to pass the test but lost another friend

"flashy trim" (this is makings of a hit)
by me,
:p

[Lantarion]

Good rhymes, 7.
Welcome, 'green-snow-lady'! :D Good poem, well thought-out. I do like rhymes more, but that's just me. :)


Fly, oh thorn of sleek revenge
seep your silver glare!
Fly, and you shall well avenge
the cost of folly bare

Sing, oh lord of iron light
lull your edge to shine!
Sing, and man yourself to fight
now victory is mine

Hum, oh blade all drenched in red
cast your fury on!
Hum, and watch your foe fall dead
whose life was all but long

Rest, oh mighty brand of fame
calm and sleep for now!
When I call for Folly's Bane
then flash and speak your vow

Named Bane.

[syongstar]

:o Pouring stardust everywhere,
fills my aura with mithril,
flowing elf songs on the breeze,
carried by the breath of sacred trees,
kiss of the moon,touch of the suns,
transform earth,kingdom come!

[7doubles]

goo, buchering a brain, tightening the nuse, choaking on pride again.
blood dripping from your spine, flowing from your vein, slowy driving you insain.

make up your mind