Poetry and Rhymes
TarotMaster
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I love poetry and rhymes , i have written a few poems and thought of many rhymes in recent years. Feel free to post your own here as well. This one is one i created back in 2013 titled Artillery.
Artillery
It launches at me this fiery boulder from hell,
It is a thing I know, quite very well.
It thumps to the ground in a large chaotic blast,
It puts me back on my feet again not a moment to fast.
When people hear it they cry out in fear,
And if someone is in its path they can only shed a tear.
It creates holes in the earth some big some small,
But they will always, always be destructive to all.
Like a ghoul that moans it rains from the sky,
It sparks, it flashes, and hits me in the eye.
Metal twirls and bodies whirl all in the darkened air,
Tis an unpleasant sight to give one fright among the corpses there.
Wreaking havoc in its path all things are blown to bits,
Nothing will be the same again not even the old rotten mud pit.
Then came an eerie silence unknown to mortal men,
The artillery guns as they are called are just about to reload again.
Artillery
It launches at me this fiery boulder from hell,
It is a thing I know, quite very well.
It thumps to the ground in a large chaotic blast,
It puts me back on my feet again not a moment to fast.
When people hear it they cry out in fear,
And if someone is in its path they can only shed a tear.
It creates holes in the earth some big some small,
But they will always, always be destructive to all.
Like a ghoul that moans it rains from the sky,
It sparks, it flashes, and hits me in the eye.
Metal twirls and bodies whirl all in the darkened air,
Tis an unpleasant sight to give one fright among the corpses there.
Wreaking havoc in its path all things are blown to bits,
Nothing will be the same again not even the old rotten mud pit.
Then came an eerie silence unknown to mortal men,
The artillery guns as they are called are just about to reload again.
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I don't have a lot of poems that really fit the Baldur's Gate mood (at least, none that would make sense), but I'll give it a go.
Rejection
I watch a wave crash against a rock.
In perfect rhythm,
The ocean begs the rock to let it inside,
Inside of its heart.
But try as it might, the rock will not sway.
So strong and stubborn,
It stands against all weather, too proud to move.
The wave tries harder
Until it bursts into sprays of foam and mist,
Into sprays of tears.
The rock still stands, and it will remain that way
For generations.
But even mountains, cousins to the rock, fade away,
Burdened by the loneliness of the wind and water.
Pretty pretty has no soul. Pretty pretty black as coal.
Step in shadow, left a husk, killed in moments after dusk.
Step in shadow you are prey, pray you live to see the day.
Sleep the street and see the dark, death becomes a lyric lark.
Walk in Shadow as the guild, see the war that leaves them killed.
See the flow from wound and neck! Was that your friend? Well best you check!
Members gone and guild will fail! Best you fight the tooth and nail!
Run you can't, the war will find! To haunt your dreams and haunt your mind!
Watch your friends and watch the death! Watch their eyes and hold your breath!
Join or die! You cannot flee! Watch the death... in front of me... in front of... me...
Run you can't! The war will find! Run you can't! The war will find! AHHHHHhahahahah!!!!!
That gave me much a frightful spark.
To which i called upon a bow.
To smite this wicked creature low.
Stay still lest you miss your mark.
To find the light that burns brightly.
Among the sounds most frightly.
Dark , foul and twisting ,
I don't belong to any futures ,
So , more hell , find my scream !
Oh , pride ,
Haunt my heart for ever ,
I only belonged to this thing ,
That is nameless and never a never.
Hesitation is made from a wool cloth ,
Slids past my heart , infallable ,
What the hell are they doing ?
It really does not matter ;
Because that should exist what is unshakeable.
And time will cleanse all that deserve no existence ,
Time will heal , slowly with no haste ,
They will forget , and forget that they have forgotten ,
This will be the light they couldn't have spoken.