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Post by
Kristopher
Here are some of my most recent works. The last two have a picture accompanying them.
The piper weaves a frantic tune,
His notes are played in vain.
A child weeps in the corner
The scribe has gone insane.
He sings of merry whisperings
Alas, no one is listening,
Oblivious to what transpires,
He brings his tune oh-so higher.
He tells a tale of shattered minds
What quirky thoughts the mad man finds,
Of twisted dreams and hazy vision,
Of a foolish knight on a dooming mission.
He alone knows who they are,
He alone carries them far.
For he is them, and they are he.
I feel lighter and brighter, yet none the wiser, when you're around.
Confusion, an illusion? A delusion? Mysteries abound!
I'm distraught, quite a lot, please assist, shall I persist?
Please, enlighten me, have no fear of frightening me.
What am I supposed to do? How should I deal with you?
A conundrum, a problem, though not necessarily bad.
I ponder, if I solve it, what wonders are to be had?
Am I safe to pursue, the heart of you?
Round and round, the world, it spins.
Burns and burns, the candle thins.
Time goes on, yet I'm still here,
waiting for someone to hear,
A plea for aid, in a time of need
A shackled soul looking to be freed.
These chains that keep me are of my mind.
Yet the key to break them I cannot find.
A pact, a vow, so long ago
To someone, some thing, I shall not know.
The binding words I cannot recall,
yet they have made me time's weary thrall.
Post by
Monday
Was reading some Solomon Kane stuff today, and came across the One Black Stain: They carried him out on the barren sand
where the rebel captains died;
Where the grim gray rotting gibbets stand
as Magellan reared them on the strand,
And the gulls that haunt the lonesome land
wail to the lonely tide.
Drake faced them all like a lion at bay,
with his lion head upflung:
"Dare ye my word of law defy,
to say this traitor shall not die?"
And his captains dared not meet his eye
but each man held his tongue.
Solomon Kane stood forth alone,
grim man of sober face:
"Worthy of death he may well be,
but the trial ye held was mockery,
"Ye hid your spite in a travesty
where justice hid her face.
"More of the man had ye been, on deck
Your sword to cleanly draw
"In forthright fury from its sheath
and openly cleave him to the teeth-
"Rather than slink and hide beneath
a hollow word of the law."
Hell rose in the eyes of Francis Drake.
"Puritan knave!" swore he.
"Headsman! Give him the axe instead!
He shall strike off yon traitor's head!"
Solomon folded his arms and said,
darkly and somberly:
"I am no slave for your butcher's work."
"Bind him with triple strands!"
Drake roared and the men obeyed,
Hesitantly, as if afraid,
But Kane moved not as they took his blade
and pinioned his iron hands.
They bent the doomed man over to his knees,
the man who was to die;
They saw his lips in a strange smile bend,
one last long look they saw him send,
At Drake his judge and his one time friend
who dared not meet his eye.
The axe flashed silver in the sun,
a red arch slashed the sand;
A voice cried out as the head fell clear,
and the watchers flinched in sudden fear,
Though 'twas but a sea bird wheeling near
above the lonely strand.
"This be every traitor's end!" Drake cried,
and yet again.
Slowly his captains turned and went
and the admiral's stare was elsewhere bent
Than where the cold scorn with anger blent
in the eyes of Solomon Kane.
Night fell on the crawling waves;
the admiral's door was closed;
Solomon lay in the stenching hold;
his irons clashed as the ship rolled.
And his guard, grown weary and overbold,
lay down his pipe and dozed.
He woke with a hand at his corded throat
that gripped him like a vise;
Trembling he yielded up the key,
and the somber Puritan stood free,
His cold eyes gleaming murderously
with the wrath that is slow to rise.
Unseen, to the admiral's door,
went Solomon Kane from the guard,
Through the night and silence of the ship,
the guard's keen dagger in his grip;
No man of the dull crew saw him slip
through the door unbarred.
Drake at the table sat alone,
his face sunk in his hands;
He looked up, as from sleeping -
but his eyes were blank with weeping
As if he saw not, creeping,
death's swiftly flowing sands.
He reached no hand for gun or blade
to halt the hand of Kane,
Nor even seemed to hear or see,
lost in black mists of memory,
Love turned to hate and treachery,
and bitter, cankering pain.
A moment Solomon Kane stood there,
the dagger poised before,
As a condor stoops above a bird,
and Francis Drake spoke not nor stirred
And Kane went forth without a word
and closed the cabin door.
Now, it's not exactly an amazing piece, but I really liked the concept and I love the character of Solomon Kane, so I thought it was worth sharing.
Post by
Kristopher
The poem I wrote for my latest American Lit assignment. It had to be a romantic piece, and I got a 101/100 for it.As I gaze into the crackling fire
I ponder life, as flames grow higher.
I note the scent of crisp, nocturnal air,
The mild breeze that teases my hair.
A moth flits by on wings of silk
Come to join many of its ilk
Gathered ‘round the dancing blaze,
Fluttering in a drunken haze.
The shadows that they cast on the trees
Are enough to fill me with unease
The shapes, prancing demons of different sorts,
Witches and warlocks and their cohorts.
The fire seemed to quaver, dimming,
The chorus of a chant beginning,
Out of nowhere, in my mind,
It foretold of a being unkind.
“he is coming almost here he is coming almost here”
“Lord of fire lord of fear”
“He is coming almost here”
I knew that I had to run,
To escape the terror that had begun.
I ran until my breath was ragged,
Came in bursts, short and haggard.
“He is coming almost here he is coming almost here”
“Lord of fire lord of fear”
“He is coming almost here”
Panicking, I ran all the faster,
As fast and hard as my legs could master.
All in vain, for I’d returned,
To the camp where fire burned.
“He was coming he is here he was coming he is here”
“Lord of fire lord of fear”
“He was coming he is here”
A figure in the fire stood,
Whose presence burned all it could.
The malice contained within its eyes
Was amplified by the chanted cries.
“Good ‘eve” it said, its mouth a sneer
I’ve a deal for you, right now and here.
An offer you cannot refuse,
Go on, you have nothing to lose.”
“Why,” I asked, “Are you here,
Lord of fire, Lord of fear?
To make a deal, yes, of course,
But you couldn’t have found anyone worse.”
The devil laughed, a grating sound.
“Who else? There’s no one around.
No matter, though, I’ve chosen you.
The choice is yours, what shall you do?”
The aura this creature emanated,
Was such that if I hesitated,
I would surely be paralyzed,
Unable to avoid its eyes.
“I must respectfully decline,
And since you said the choice is mine,
I suppose I will have to go.
Nothing against you, I’ll have you know.”
“Such impudence, I admire.
Your mind is set, I shall retire.”
In a mock bow, it kneeled,
It hid its face, its rage concealed.
Thinking I had won, I turned,
I’d misjudged the fury of a devil spurned.
It leapt at me, its claws were bared,
‘Twas upon my back, I was ensnared.
“If you won’t comply, very well,
I will DRAG you with me to Hell!”
Its claws were gone, I felt relief
Yet still, I was pinned underneath.
I had to muster all my strength,
But I twisted round, after great length.
Perhaps the devil, in its “victory”
Sought to savor it, and toy with me.
It did not notice, which was fine,
Perhaps, by some grace of the divine.
Caught off guard, I wrestled it,
Twisting arms, avoiding hits.
I could not hold this fight for long,
I’m not mighty, and the devil was strong.
I had to play the devils game,
To use tricks to injure and maim.
If fire was this ones domain,
The water would have to be its bane.
I recalled a steam that was very near,
And so this tussle I began to steer.
“You are foolish, for a mortal man,
A fight like this wasn’t in my plan.
It is amusing, I’ll admit,
But it is soon we’ll have to quit.”
“I’m glad to offer you some sport,
Hell must be boring for your sort,
Why else would you be out claiming souls,
If not to escape a realm that’s droll?”
“I’ve never heard it put that way,
You’re not far off, I’ll have to say,
You’ll never learn the truth of it,
For none can match a devils wit.”
“Surely you realize your hubris,
For if you saw where I have moved us,
You’ll notice its your place of doom,
And over defeat you yet loom.”
With those words, I forced him down,
Upon the steam in which he’d drown.
He floundered, and failed,
And I had prevailed.
Post by
OverZealous
Wow.
Post by
Kristopher
Wow.
Is that a good 'Wow' or a bad 'Wow'? :P
Post by
OverZealous
Wow.
Is that a good 'Wow' or a bad 'Wow'? :P
A good one
D:
Post by
Kristopher
Wow.
Is that a good 'Wow' or a bad 'Wow'? :P
A good one
D:
:D
Post by
Monday
Poe
is a master of
poe
try =D
AUGH TEH PUNS!
Post by
OverZealous
Poe
is a master of
poe
try =D
AUGH TEH PUNS!
That's... not a very good pun
:/
Post by
Monday
I know =/
He really is a good poet, though.
Post by
OverZealous
I know =/
He really is a good poet, though.
That he is.
Post by
Jubilee
Wordsworth's words are worth their weight in gold ;)
Post by
Kristopher
Poe
is a master of
poe
try =D
AUGH TEH PUNS!
YOU ARE A BAD PERSON.
He IS a good poet though.
Post by
Lenience
Violets aren't blue
Nor roses are red
They're pink and purple
What's wrong with your head?
My Cousin messaged this one to me 2 days ago :)
Post by
Kristopher
How many times must I do this,
How many lifetimes shall I waste,
How much time will consume us,
Before I finally get a taste?
Of love, so bold, so brilliant,
Of passion, so pure, so divine.
What will it take for that fulfillment,
What will it take to make you mine?
I would climb the tallest mountains,
I would traverse the roughest seas,
I would hunt the fiercest lions,
Just to have you here by me.
Post by
gnomerdon
The days grow darker
a grotesque being stirs in the night
the moon is lit high and bright
his hunger consumes him
he fights back his inner self
but knows in himself, that he cannot win
his blood runs dark
and his heart is cold like the arctic winds
pain and agony is his pleasure
revenge and torment are his likes
the time is ticking
yes, the time is ticking
soon enough, the harvest, the hunt
and the slaughter will begin.
soon enough, i will reunite myself
and bask in her glory
Post by
916471
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Post by
Jubilee
Auburn hair in the still air
neatly pressed and set,
where is your rebel flair?
I want to see you fly
ripple in the breeze
across my lifeless eye.
I lost life's restless
somewhere along the way
lost alone and listless.
Sun beat down on me
and stir this heavy heart
please set me free.
But I chose this life
of sober lifelessness
lacking joy but also strife.
Oh sweet auburn hair
I tied you down
for life was hard to bear.
Why then do I yearn
and regret the choice
that every ship would burn?
Could breeze so small
'neath such heavy heart
have survived at all?
Auburn hair do you feel
the smallest breeze
filling you with zeal.
Auburn locks break out
fly and spiral in
I want to shout!
Life is not worth holding
with hair neatly tied,
locked in lifeless molding.
Let the wild draft
take your fragile soul
be bold, crazy, be daft.
The is no time like this
no life like mine
this I wouldn't want to miss.
Auburn hair you're free
at last to wave about
and just between you and me
I'm glad you're finally out.
Post by
Kristopher
Reality keeps calling me,
alas, a distant memory.
Where order rules and chaos sleeps
Makes a man of my mind and status weep.
You call me crazy but I'm not alone
Others hear the call, and join me at home.
Day by day, and some nights too,
The lawful land reaches through.
It makes us retreat further back,
To the place where order "lacks".
But what is order, in one man's mind?
It's the alignment of things, where one can find,
Peace among the things so near
Peace among things so dear.
Now, riddle me this, and falter not,
What is it, but peace, that I've got?
I've little to find, and nothing to lose,
No worries in mind; clutter, to confuse.
You see, it's open, to interpretation,
And hear me now, my declaration:
You and I are one the same,
Though for home we have a different name,
While law is where yours is found
Chaos is where my heart is bound.
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193410
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