Poetry

[The Dark Gun]

I'm kind of short on titles right now... Anyone have any ideas for me?

#1

And, wherefore,
When the wretched dreams of man,
And the armor of indifference,
Are stripped away,
And you find yourself,
Deep in the heart of the ruins that you have built,
With scorn and mockery,
Will you have formed enough light?
Gathered enough of the good?
That thing that sparkles,
Even in the soul’s midnight,
Will it let you see your reflection in the mirror,
Or will Vimbrasti,
Dark purveyor of the soul’s fears,
Consume your tiny lamp,
And leave you with yourself,
In your own darkness.Anger, hatred,
Strong and mild,
A blight to pages,
And the mind of a child.

#2

This shadow covers the human race,
Whether standing tall,
Or hung in disgrace.

What we are taught,
Young and old,
Clings to the bones whether warm or cold.

In life and death,
Those things we learn,
Things we long for,
Things we spurn,
Ever are,
For you and me,
Fragments of our destiny.

Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=thedarkgun@rpgww60462>The]  at: 4/17/03 4:13:07 pm

[Lady Freya Vanir]

*claps* I love it! I love this kinda stuff

Reading it makes me want to sing!

Simply heavenly!

#1 oh it can be called 'Darkness vs. The Light' or 'Blight'

#2 would be neat as 'Life' or 'Destiny' or 'Fate'

Oh, oh, more please!! <p>"I am the beautiful warrior goddess, look at me the wrong way, and I just might miss my target..."
-Freya Vanir
</p>

[The Dark Gun]

Shards of Truth, Fragments of Fire

I grab the shard,
Grasping it and pulling it down,
Close to my heart,
Even as the sharp edges bite my flesh,
Even as its light burns my eyes,
For it is a blade of truth,
And it is a blaze of glory,
For the truth cuts through delusions,
And it burns away fantasies,
Leaving you undefended in a cold world,
Unless you can keep its heat in your mind,
Where it will replace all that you lost,
And more.





Dusk Thieves

Swords in the moonlight,
Otherwise hidden in the midnight,
As quiet feet leap,
Cat-like up the wall.

Rapid motion in the night,
Dodging guards who wish to fight,
For wall are enough protection,
Against those of stealth an action.

Chases through the halls,
Across the walls,
Stealth in darkness,
Speed in light.

So does the group of men,
Reach their goal and then,
Find that a single door,
Leads to and from the treasure room.

One of them runs inside,
Grabs the prize, but has no place to hide,
As his companions fight the guards,
Outside the treasure room.

Slash and jab,
Slice and stab,
Brave men’s blood spilt,
There before the treasure room.

But lo! What is this?
No man is this!
But woman who lies dead,
Before the treasure room.

And so the thief, quickest in the team,
Lets out a wail, releases a scream,
His wife, sweet and beautiful,
Lays dead, cold upon the floor.

As his friends did die around him,
As his chance of survival did dim,
He ran back inside,
That aught ill-fated treasure room.

Death was on his mind,
And he found what he wished to find,
The black sword of curved blade,
A blade the bore the word “Revenge.”

He took up the sword in his rage,
And struck down every knight and page,
And while he won,
He was lost.

He had no reason to go on,
The love of his life was dead and gone,
But he would live yet,
Lost in the night, blind in the day.

He traveled back from that foreign land,
To his kind, treasure in hand,
And gave to his king,
That which had been stolen.

But now it ends,
For on a cliff in the winds,
The sword Revenge has its hilt set to the ground,
And finds one last use.


Even So it Is

The phantoms of night,
Surrounding the dread,
A following of darkest phantoms.

Doomed to die,
Never to cry,
To haunt our world,
Forever.

So drowned in darkness,
Lost in dreary dreams,
Lost beyond time,
Lost to the deaths.

Still, a few dare gaze upwards,
To look past the smoke,
To see past the souls so detached,
To see past the darkness,
And though the tide of death.

So they see,
And stare surprised,
At the one bright point,
At one star,
At hope.


Well... There's a bunch more!



<p>The worst nightmares are those we create ourselves... And then ignore.</p>Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=pdrydia>pd]&nbsp; at: 6/12/05 15:02