Mong's Poetry
Mar 1, 2013 10:42:38 GMT -8
Post by Nick on Mar 1, 2013 10:42:38 GMT -8
The following poems are written in game, but are not game knowledge for anyone unless I have told you that you know about them:
Turmoil
On riven fields of black and white
Two souls stand facing one another.
They are not yet aware of what balance there is
And only that they must fight.
An angel and a devil intertwined into one
Divisions blur between the moon and sun.
Aspects of one being that cannot be lost
For as they remain in-between, unsure
They know that the other exists.
At Hope’s call the fields of black and white
Change and shift and mold
Ever changing, ever fighting, the souls do wreak
A battle in every heart.
Black and white merge and separate
And form a tune of grey
For the cry of humanity is ever sown
Upon the grey fields that claim them
Never ending, never ceasing
The timeless tale of heroes.
Nightmare
On riven fields of black and white
Two souls stand facing one another.
They are not yet aware of what balance there is
And only that they must fight.
An angel and a devil intertwined into one
Divisions blur between the moon and sun.
Aspects of one being that cannot be lost
For as they remain in-between, unsure
They know that the other exists.
At Hope’s call the fields of black and white
Change and shift and mold
Ever changing, ever fighting, the souls do wreak
A battle in every heart.
Black and white merge and separate
And form a tune of grey
For the cry of humanity is ever sown
Upon the grey fields that claim them
Never ending, never ceasing
The timeless tale of heroes.
Nightmare
Many women dancing before my eyes
Cloaked in spite and raucous joy
Dancing in heat under a blanket of winter
Sure and crimson, shrouded in lavish bile.
Cloaked in spite and raucous joy
Dancing in heat under a blanket of winter
Sure and crimson, shrouded in lavish bile.
Cage
A cage of freedom
Shadows, cast from light
Metal born in misadventures
Lock branded by the soul
Key into ash.
Shadows, cast from light
Metal born in misadventures
Lock branded by the soul
Key into ash.
Passion
Anger ebbs and flows
As cautious as a flame
Seeping out in every blow
Until none is left but the same
Akin, these angers incite and decry
Again, they rise and fall
Whether in a punch, a kick or a throw
A friend, a death, a glorious victory.
As cautious as a flame
Seeping out in every blow
Until none is left but the same
Akin, these angers incite and decry
Again, they rise and fall
Whether in a punch, a kick or a throw
A friend, a death, a glorious victory.
Lies
A memory of a time long past
Once had me for a run
It took be ‘round and ‘round again
Believing I could be the sun
Now look at me, here today
And see what was sorely missed
For the sun is gone and dusk remains
In this heart of one.
Once had me for a run
It took be ‘round and ‘round again
Believing I could be the sun
Now look at me, here today
And see what was sorely missed
For the sun is gone and dusk remains
In this heart of one.
Choice
Embracing a fire, a warmth a comfort
Against this arboreal landscape
With none of the comforts of family
With none of the brothers, the sisters, the mothers
Or most of all a father, a figure lost to others
Against this arboreal landscape
With none of the comforts of family
With none of the brothers, the sisters, the mothers
Or most of all a father, a figure lost to others
I’m sorry.
Future
I believe that there is a time
Where nothing can ever be stymied
When, in this reality
A crimson wave, a flood of passion
Takes over authenticity
And elicits such a face so ashen.
Where nothing can ever be stymied
When, in this reality
A crimson wave, a flood of passion
Takes over authenticity
And elicits such a face so ashen.
Animal
A claw, a tooth, a subtle figure
Dressed by fur, cloaked in blood
A mongoose, trapped
Clawing foes to find them friends
Oh, what an existence is this
That places me here, with dreams of hope
And then places me here, on such a slippery slope
Darkness is all there is for me
I see it, breath it, smell it
For when I close my eyes
It is brighter than any memory.
Dressed by fur, cloaked in blood
A mongoose, trapped
Clawing foes to find them friends
Oh, what an existence is this
That places me here, with dreams of hope
And then places me here, on such a slippery slope
Darkness is all there is for me
I see it, breath it, smell it
For when I close my eyes
It is brighter than any memory.