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Fatal Slip - A Steam Punk PoemFatal Slip
A Steam Punk Poem
The timbers blazed,
the ship's been razed.
The captain made one fatal slip.
The alarms made no sound
as we neared the ground.
And Fear held us in his grip.
They closed our eye
so they could hide.
And the console didn't blip.
The sky ran red
and we knew we were dead.
As the pirates boarded the ship.
A MAGICAL WALKI heard music, and hence I did follow
As a light rain fell from the sky above
The sound of my pitter patter feet were hollow
Wet now I had to remove my gloves.
Onward I trudged through the mud and the muck
The music I heard was getting louder now
The pathways I followed were sheer out of luck
Moisture thickening as I wiped my brow.
I found myself humming this melodic tune
Anxious that I was not lost on my course
All about me were fireflies strewn
Driven, was I, by this melodic force.
Not far away was a break in the path
As I approached I saw a luminous pond
Dozens of Fairies were taking a bath
The Fae are a race that I was quite fond.
Quietly I backed up and went my own way
Dimmer and dimmer became the bright light
Happy to see the light turned to day
So went the happiest night of my life…
RevelationsI: Reciting Suns
Was the name
Of the girl
Who divided us.
All those years
All those sunsets
Are now garbage
You promised me
Holding my hand
Will be forever”.
I saw the tears
Waiting in your eyes
A sign to fall.
But the rain
I said yes.
Touch my soul
Reminding your words.
I was in love
Sleeping on the clouds
Where you were
Reciting me suns.
August the nine
A rainy day.
Over the church
With black wings.
Were they crying
For the future?
Worried my flesh
In a good way
I wanted it now
I wanted the end.
Would be in Paris
The most romantic
Place on earth.
Leaving the decoration
To another lucky couple.
August the ten
Now in France
Away from home.
Love in the air
Taking my senses
To beautiful landscapes
Full of roses.
I feel art
At the museums
Where the life
Is red and black.
Owns my body
I hate the water.
HellengardIn Hellengard they have a rule
that shan't be broken ever.
It states that all of man's affairs
will stay his own endeavour.
It claims that man is not allowed
to sail beyond the Silent Sea
and thus bereaves the people from
the Shards of truly being free.
Hence Hellengard, the World in Shards,
is split in many realms these days
and mankind has forgotten that
their world once had a different face.
So in each and every realm there is
a belief that other Shards are myth
and mankind does not dare to leave
the only place they're sure to miss.
Yet Hellengard depends on strength
and strength has come from unity.
As unity is long since gone
the World in Shards might cease to be.
The end is near for Hellengard,
where rules ensure a world's demise
and all the while the people fight;
the end will take them by surprise.
RevelationHow beautiful it really is
Flames of the Apocalypse
And as the world begins to end
I wish that you were here again
The Mary Sue Song!Hello, writer, now I will tell you
The tragic tale of the Mary Sue!
Once there was a writer who wanted the best
But what she didn't know, she just invented a pest.
Her character was beautiful beyond compare
To rival every character everywhere.
She had every power imaginable
And lots of boyfriends, too,
The writer did not know she just made a Mary Sue!
She brought that Sue to roleplays
To fanfiction and more,
Surely she had the OC that we would all adore!
However, that Sue was hated and abhorred.
The writer did not know it, and soon her Mary Sue
Started to take many forms and grew and grew and grew.
Sues sprouted everywhere, with rainbow eyes and flowy hair
And quickly the literary world fell into a despair!
Some writers sided with the Sues
And some did not agree
"These undeveloped characters have gone to far to me!"
Characters did not know if they were Sues or more
And then the world of writing started a Sue war!
So, dear writer, listen well,
Take any path you choose,
But do not fall i
ParableAn image alike I give unto you:
A sunburned prince in the desert lies
With crusted salt on his wide eyes
That stare at the o’erbearing sun
That burns his skin and causes sweat to run
And fall on the sand like vaporous dew.
In the cavern of his hollow chest
The eight-legged poet makes his abode
With strands of silk connecting them all,
Safe for now from all that erodes.
But the corpse that sustains will also decay
Leaving the tale-telling arachnid in a cave
Of bones that support but don’t cover
And leave nothing to the elements allay.
And so ends the exiled prince; an empty
Home for a migrant spider, left tempting
The vultures and scavenging creatures
With the allure of lean meat aplenty
Until the desert consumes his features.
Blood in the SnowPart of "Hellengard" - Shard of Terror
There is blood in the snow
and it's freezing and cold
and my breath can be seen
as I stand here so bold
and I can't look away
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't good
and I'm not bold at all.
Yet I'm standing here still
and I can't move away
If I do turn and run
I am sure I will pay
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't fine
cause that blood sure as hell
isn't looking like mine.
Now it may seem like this
is an odd thing to say,
cause why would anyone
ever see it that way,
that it's fright'ning as hell,
that it's awful and scares,
when the blood in the snow
doesn't look like it's theirs,
But, you see, there's the thing
that the blood in the snow
is as blue as the lake
in the valley below
and it doesn't make sense
and it shouldn't be there
because now that it is
someone needs to take care.
There is blood in the snow,
just some blood in the snow,
but the people are scared
Let it fallLet the world crumble.
Let the world fall.
I will still be here in the end.
Looking up as I leave behind my regrets,
But keep hold of your memory.
PondIn my green backyard
Among the yellow fronds
Lies the still water
Of my little garden pond
And inside the little pond
Among all its features
Lies an ecosystem
Of aquatic creatures
All in one pond yet
All of are different
All are in their way
Shrimp, snails and water boatmen
Are what I found in the bog
Along with a bundle of eggs
Spawned by a green frog
There is also a pond plant
Whose leaves take up a lot of room
But in the spring it has
Beautiful pink flowers at full bloom
All of these things
That live and died
Live out their lives
In the pond where they all reside
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