RPS (~Taking a break~)
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Never did finish my series of undead poems,
so here's what was supposed to be the first.
The End of Pure Evil
This is the night,
that's filled with fright,
and things will never again be right,
this is the night,
the world will fall,
and answer to the devil's call,
this is the night,
that we will fight,
to bring the world back to the light,
this is the night,
the dead will crawl,
and try to kill us all.
This is the morning,
that seemed so boring,
until the rain of blood was pouring,
this is the morning,
that you will see,
the world you knew is history,
this is the morning,
you adrenaline soars,
as you listen to the undead roars,
this is the morning,
that you will flee,
form the undead enemy.
This is the day,
that you will pray,
laying down in dismay,
this is they day,
that you will say,
the dead are here to stay,
and so you get up ready to save the day,
you're going to make those zombies pay,
with a shotgun in your hand,
it's time for you to make your stand,
across the floor,
and down the stairs,
out the door,
and through the snares,
surging full of energy,
thinking no one can stop me.
But what you find out there,
is a real scare,
it may be too much for you to bare,
you see your friend is waiting for you,
but his face is looking kind of blue,
and he wants you to become a zombie too,
it's true,
your friendship is through,
and so you rip out the shotgun lightning fast,
it's time for you to kick his ass,
you blow his away with just one blast,
and splatter his across the grass,
hear the gunfire they come running,
and seeing them you start gunning,
but you really fin it funny,
the sky is clear and it is sunny.
so here's what was supposed to be the first.
The End of Pure Evil
This is the night,
that's filled with fright,
and things will never again be right,
this is the night,
the world will fall,
and answer to the devil's call,
this is the night,
that we will fight,
to bring the world back to the light,
this is the night,
the dead will crawl,
and try to kill us all.
This is the morning,
that seemed so boring,
until the rain of blood was pouring,
this is the morning,
that you will see,
the world you knew is history,
this is the morning,
you adrenaline soars,
as you listen to the undead roars,
this is the morning,
that you will flee,
form the undead enemy.
This is the day,
that you will pray,
laying down in dismay,
this is they day,
that you will say,
the dead are here to stay,
and so you get up ready to save the day,
you're going to make those zombies pay,
with a shotgun in your hand,
it's time for you to make your stand,
across the floor,
and down the stairs,
out the door,
and through the snares,
surging full of energy,
thinking no one can stop me.
But what you find out there,
is a real scare,
it may be too much for you to bare,
you see your friend is waiting for you,
but his face is looking kind of blue,
and he wants you to become a zombie too,
it's true,
your friendship is through,
and so you rip out the shotgun lightning fast,
it's time for you to kick his ass,
you blow his away with just one blast,
and splatter his across the grass,
hear the gunfire they come running,
and seeing them you start gunning,
but you really fin it funny,
the sky is clear and it is sunny.
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Continuing on with the undead series,
dang I write fast =3
The Morning After
We find a safe place,
and you lay down to rest,
this night's race,
has put us to the test,
I wipe the tears,
from your face,
hide your fears,
you must keep pace.
The sun comes out,
and you let out a shout,
you giggle with glee,
we are free, we are fee,
but that is not the day I see,
I see a world now gone,
an empty symbol of a time bygone.
Even so you raise my spirits,
with that simple mood of yours,
I've truly come to fear its simplicity,
which everyone adores,
and so we leave,
our hearts full of hope,
I want to believe,
this is not the end of our rope.
We now face a morning of terror within,
a scarier world than the night had been,
the streets are filled with broken glass,
boards line the windows of every store we pass,
I try to hide this view from you,
but we both know this world is true,
we are now the few.
I think I'll change the topic's name since it isn't really random anymore >.>
dang I write fast =3
The Morning After
We find a safe place,
and you lay down to rest,
this night's race,
has put us to the test,
I wipe the tears,
from your face,
hide your fears,
you must keep pace.
The sun comes out,
and you let out a shout,
you giggle with glee,
we are free, we are fee,
but that is not the day I see,
I see a world now gone,
an empty symbol of a time bygone.
Even so you raise my spirits,
with that simple mood of yours,
I've truly come to fear its simplicity,
which everyone adores,
and so we leave,
our hearts full of hope,
I want to believe,
this is not the end of our rope.
We now face a morning of terror within,
a scarier world than the night had been,
the streets are filled with broken glass,
boards line the windows of every store we pass,
I try to hide this view from you,
but we both know this world is true,
we are now the few.
I think I'll change the topic's name since it isn't really random anymore >.>
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I'll just keep going till its finished =|=
The Endless Day
Walk by day,
hide by night,
don't delay,
stay out of sight,
if you want to live then follow the rules,
the one's who didn't died like fools,
we survive to see the dawn,
only then do we mourn for those who are gone.
A little boy was the first to die,
I'll never forget that look in his eye,
as those things tore him apart limb from limb,
what a terrible thing to happen to him,
and then there was Stan,
a healthy old man,
too bad he hid in the storage room,
now he's sitting there waiting until his doom.
Yet we must go on without them,
even though the future looks dim,
we must survive to see the next dawn,
only then can we mourn for those who are gone.
Survivors by light,
lovers when all is right,
we hide ourselves from the ray,
of this truly endless day.
cramp T.T
The End of Evil Manifest
We stand before the end,
not towards salvation,
or ending this trend,
of unknown creation,
we stand before a new road,
a new choice,
a new abode,
where we carry a voice.
Tonight,
we will flee,
by morning,
we will see,
that by day,
we are free,
the once endless day,
has gone away,
but we are here to stay.
now how's that for speed =.= ouch~ cramp T.T
The Endless Day
Walk by day,
hide by night,
don't delay,
stay out of sight,
if you want to live then follow the rules,
the one's who didn't died like fools,
we survive to see the dawn,
only then do we mourn for those who are gone.
A little boy was the first to die,
I'll never forget that look in his eye,
as those things tore him apart limb from limb,
what a terrible thing to happen to him,
and then there was Stan,
a healthy old man,
too bad he hid in the storage room,
now he's sitting there waiting until his doom.
Yet we must go on without them,
even though the future looks dim,
we must survive to see the next dawn,
only then can we mourn for those who are gone.
Survivors by light,
lovers when all is right,
we hide ourselves from the ray,
of this truly endless day.
cramp T.T
The End of Evil Manifest
We stand before the end,
not towards salvation,
or ending this trend,
of unknown creation,
we stand before a new road,
a new choice,
a new abode,
where we carry a voice.
Tonight,
we will flee,
by morning,
we will see,
that by day,
we are free,
the once endless day,
has gone away,
but we are here to stay.
now how's that for speed =.= ouch~ cramp T.T
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I read some things about the work of a guy called Ansel Adams and was inspired to do some poems =^.^=
Photograph Lost
Great trees,
green,
firm,
brown bark,
earthy,
rough,
dark soil,
damp,
full of life,
wind,
swaying branches,
blue sky,
but a memory,
caught,
within a photograph,
black and white,
lost,
in the iron city.
and here's another~
Song of Life
Silence,
utter silence,
in the city of iron,
wind,
the breath of Earth,
no more,
of life,
there is,
nothing,
but memory,
a photograph,
black and white,
of times past,
solemn,
weeping,
stripped,
of beauty,
left,
with song,
song,
of us,
song,
of life,
sung,
no more.
Photograph Lost
Great trees,
green,
firm,
brown bark,
earthy,
rough,
dark soil,
damp,
full of life,
wind,
swaying branches,
blue sky,
but a memory,
caught,
within a photograph,
black and white,
lost,
in the iron city.
and here's another~
Song of Life
Silence,
utter silence,
in the city of iron,
wind,
the breath of Earth,
no more,
of life,
there is,
nothing,
but memory,
a photograph,
black and white,
of times past,
solemn,
weeping,
stripped,
of beauty,
left,
with song,
song,
of us,
song,
of life,
sung,
no more.
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Just found an old stash of poems I made awhile ago, will be adding =p
Snow Cat
Perched upon a garden rail,
he surveys the world below,
waiting for the perfect moment,
to pounce into the snow;
he was still as stone,
upon his perch,
of broken fencing,
made of birch;
and did not move,
not even blink,
to one who was watching,
he didn't think;
but he had a scheme,
and his eyes would gleam.
Low and behold,
out from the ground,
came a little white mouse,
without making a sound;
it darted around,
and the cat's eyes followed,
into a tree,
that had been hollowed;
and when it came out,
there was no wait,
the mouse was gone,
and the cat had ate.
Another,
The Pedobear
Hey kid, I'm the Pedobear,
welcome to my lair,
you're tied up tightly to that chair,
but please do not be scared.
I'm a happy bear,
with my think brown hair,
I like to share,
and I really do care,
but this sight... I just can't bare.
Hey kid, I'm the Pedobear,
let me show you my perverted fair,
others really don't compare,
what you'll see is really rare.
I like my kids like an unripe pear,
when we're together it's like a prayer,
separate us if you dare,
with my teeth your throat I'll tear,
the smell of little ones... is in the air.
He kid, I'm the Pedobear,
I'm really sorry if I stare,
but you really must prepare,
cause soon you'll be aware.
there are none that I will spare,
to those who glare,
I say beware,
you can't hide your flare,
... from the Pedobear.
Snow Cat
Perched upon a garden rail,
he surveys the world below,
waiting for the perfect moment,
to pounce into the snow;
he was still as stone,
upon his perch,
of broken fencing,
made of birch;
and did not move,
not even blink,
to one who was watching,
he didn't think;
but he had a scheme,
and his eyes would gleam.
Low and behold,
out from the ground,
came a little white mouse,
without making a sound;
it darted around,
and the cat's eyes followed,
into a tree,
that had been hollowed;
and when it came out,
there was no wait,
the mouse was gone,
and the cat had ate.
Another,
The Pedobear
Hey kid, I'm the Pedobear,
welcome to my lair,
you're tied up tightly to that chair,
but please do not be scared.
I'm a happy bear,
with my think brown hair,
I like to share,
and I really do care,
but this sight... I just can't bare.
Hey kid, I'm the Pedobear,
let me show you my perverted fair,
others really don't compare,
what you'll see is really rare.
I like my kids like an unripe pear,
when we're together it's like a prayer,
separate us if you dare,
with my teeth your throat I'll tear,
the smell of little ones... is in the air.
He kid, I'm the Pedobear,
I'm really sorry if I stare,
but you really must prepare,
cause soon you'll be aware.
there are none that I will spare,
to those who glare,
I say beware,
you can't hide your flare,
... from the Pedobear.
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Next up are some more of the oldies.
Hanged Rabbit
It's a cold night, in a lonely village,
a village of rabbits, ready for pillage,
the moon runs high, a violent red,
the poor little rabbits, asleep in their bed,
away in the forest, a wolf closes in,
its place of murder, the rabbit's den,
this is the story, of boom to bust,
a classic tale, a fail to trust,
among the rabbits a wold will hide,
a wolf and rabbit, side by side.
Morning comes, the rabbits awake,
they gather together, but one is a fake,
a wolf in disguise, the skin of a rabbit,
the life of another, he would have it,
the sun goes down, a rabbit dies,
he can't escape, no matter how hard he tries,
the blood red night, gives way to day,
the day is bright, but the mood is gray,
their friend was gone, lost to the night,
there was no struggle, not even a fight,
how did it happen, where did he go,
poor little rabbits, they'd never know.
Another night, another rabbit dead,
the lonely village, now a river of red,
when the sun goes down, they quake in fear,
when a new rabbit dies, they shed not a tear,
day after day, their numbers grow smaller,
a new rabbit visits, the nightly caller,
another long night, another friend lost,
it had to stop, no matter the cost,
The rabbits all gathered, ready to fight,
ready to end, their fear of the night,
they all now knew, a wolf was there,
as for the wolf, he didn't even care,
the leader of the rabbits, proposed a game,
a down right gamble, of glory and shame,
to find the wolf, it didn't matter how,
they'd pick a rabbit, a kill him now.
All their lives, were riding on this,
there was no second chance, if they happened to miss,
if the wolf did die, they'd all be free,
but if they missed, it'd be a killing spree,
the tension runs high, while trust runs low,
now these rabbits had something to show,
they would not die, not now not ever,
these rabbits would show, that they were clever.
they chose the rabbit, that they thought best,
and decided to put him, to the test,
the rope was tied tight, around his neck,
they ever made sure to double check,
the box was kicked out, and he hanged in air,
to find the wolf, it only seemed fair,
the poor little rabbits, would know soon enough,
they'd know the truth, that life is rough.
and then a violent theme song,
Go Go Aametsu
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
If you think you can steal the people's money,
think twice, cause it ain't funny,
Aametsu-kun will be right there,
right behind that swivel chair,
he will have an axe for you,
and then you know, that you are through,
you may have thought that you were cunning,
but now it's time that you start running.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
You there,
get off you chair,
get up and run,
and get your job done,
this is a raid,
you're not here to get paid,
Aametsu-kun will not delay,
this is evil's final day.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
An axe to the head,
and the carpet runs red,
to the bottom of the sea,
you're coming with me,
you had your rise, it's time to fall,
Aametsu-kun will kill you all,
you evil scum will die tonight,
so be a dear and turn of the light.
Boom!
he's in the room,
Boom!
it's your doom,
Boom!
you can't hide your gloom,
so grab a gun,
it's time for you to run.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
Hey you, up there,
sitting on your little chair,
look at me,
you need to see,
I'm a terrorist,
killing people on my list,
not the police,
and not spreading peace,
that's your job, now do it well,
but if not, I'll see you in hell.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
Hanged Rabbit
It's a cold night, in a lonely village,
a village of rabbits, ready for pillage,
the moon runs high, a violent red,
the poor little rabbits, asleep in their bed,
away in the forest, a wolf closes in,
its place of murder, the rabbit's den,
this is the story, of boom to bust,
a classic tale, a fail to trust,
among the rabbits a wold will hide,
a wolf and rabbit, side by side.
Morning comes, the rabbits awake,
they gather together, but one is a fake,
a wolf in disguise, the skin of a rabbit,
the life of another, he would have it,
the sun goes down, a rabbit dies,
he can't escape, no matter how hard he tries,
the blood red night, gives way to day,
the day is bright, but the mood is gray,
their friend was gone, lost to the night,
there was no struggle, not even a fight,
how did it happen, where did he go,
poor little rabbits, they'd never know.
Another night, another rabbit dead,
the lonely village, now a river of red,
when the sun goes down, they quake in fear,
when a new rabbit dies, they shed not a tear,
day after day, their numbers grow smaller,
a new rabbit visits, the nightly caller,
another long night, another friend lost,
it had to stop, no matter the cost,
The rabbits all gathered, ready to fight,
ready to end, their fear of the night,
they all now knew, a wolf was there,
as for the wolf, he didn't even care,
the leader of the rabbits, proposed a game,
a down right gamble, of glory and shame,
to find the wolf, it didn't matter how,
they'd pick a rabbit, a kill him now.
All their lives, were riding on this,
there was no second chance, if they happened to miss,
if the wolf did die, they'd all be free,
but if they missed, it'd be a killing spree,
the tension runs high, while trust runs low,
now these rabbits had something to show,
they would not die, not now not ever,
these rabbits would show, that they were clever.
they chose the rabbit, that they thought best,
and decided to put him, to the test,
the rope was tied tight, around his neck,
they ever made sure to double check,
the box was kicked out, and he hanged in air,
to find the wolf, it only seemed fair,
the poor little rabbits, would know soon enough,
they'd know the truth, that life is rough.
and then a violent theme song,
Go Go Aametsu
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
If you think you can steal the people's money,
think twice, cause it ain't funny,
Aametsu-kun will be right there,
right behind that swivel chair,
he will have an axe for you,
and then you know, that you are through,
you may have thought that you were cunning,
but now it's time that you start running.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
You there,
get off you chair,
get up and run,
and get your job done,
this is a raid,
you're not here to get paid,
Aametsu-kun will not delay,
this is evil's final day.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
An axe to the head,
and the carpet runs red,
to the bottom of the sea,
you're coming with me,
you had your rise, it's time to fall,
Aametsu-kun will kill you all,
you evil scum will die tonight,
so be a dear and turn of the light.
Boom!
he's in the room,
Boom!
it's your doom,
Boom!
you can't hide your gloom,
so grab a gun,
it's time for you to run.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
Hey you, up there,
sitting on your little chair,
look at me,
you need to see,
I'm a terrorist,
killing people on my list,
not the police,
and not spreading peace,
that's your job, now do it well,
but if not, I'll see you in hell.
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.
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Surprised at the lack of reaction when I said I was making these into a game >.>
oh well, here are two new pieces for the game's character story lines.
Sir Purr the Cat-Burglar
Each and every night,
a visitor comes to town,
with deep green eyes,
and fur light brown,
he creeps along slowly,
not making a sound,
for he is the cat-burglar,
sir Purr the round,
down each and every chimney,
and every smokestack,
cat-burglar sir Purr,
makes a financial attack,
standing on the chimney,
he looks down inside,
rubbing his paws,
with a look so snide,
a pop and a poof,
a cloud of smoke,
a murmur of words,
a cough and a choke,
then down the chimney,
sir Purr does fall,
for he is the smallest,
cat of all,
for now that is,
but when inside,
he will return,
to large and wide,
and within this power,
he can confide,
for under their noses,
sir Purr will hide. =^.^=
Sir Purr the Round Strikes Again
From roof to roof,
there is no wait,
the moon is high,
the sun is late,
basking in,
the lunar glow,
tail swaying,
to and fro,
sir Purr the round,
strikes again,
it's the same,
as way back when,
taking all,
that he can find,
stealing things,
of every kind,
in the night,
he's never done,
a cat-burglar,
until the sun,
rises up,
into the sky,
then he lives,
a little lie,
cat-burglar,
sir Purr the round,
of his work,
you hear no sound,
in this town,
that is now lost,
in the growing,
thieving cost.
btw, looking for an artist to help out since I can't draw well at all T.T
oh well, here are two new pieces for the game's character story lines.
Sir Purr the Cat-Burglar
Each and every night,
a visitor comes to town,
with deep green eyes,
and fur light brown,
he creeps along slowly,
not making a sound,
for he is the cat-burglar,
sir Purr the round,
down each and every chimney,
and every smokestack,
cat-burglar sir Purr,
makes a financial attack,
standing on the chimney,
he looks down inside,
rubbing his paws,
with a look so snide,
a pop and a poof,
a cloud of smoke,
a murmur of words,
a cough and a choke,
then down the chimney,
sir Purr does fall,
for he is the smallest,
cat of all,
for now that is,
but when inside,
he will return,
to large and wide,
and within this power,
he can confide,
for under their noses,
sir Purr will hide. =^.^=
Sir Purr the Round Strikes Again
From roof to roof,
there is no wait,
the moon is high,
the sun is late,
basking in,
the lunar glow,
tail swaying,
to and fro,
sir Purr the round,
strikes again,
it's the same,
as way back when,
taking all,
that he can find,
stealing things,
of every kind,
in the night,
he's never done,
a cat-burglar,
until the sun,
rises up,
into the sky,
then he lives,
a little lie,
cat-burglar,
sir Purr the round,
of his work,
you hear no sound,
in this town,
that is now lost,
in the growing,
thieving cost.
btw, looking for an artist to help out since I can't draw well at all T.T
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O.o I just had a brain malfunction....couldnt process these amazing couplets, quads, o damn!! Awesome!! Sorry couldnt get to reply soon, was gone, but now Im back!! You got to turn these into a book of sorts. Its Awesome!!
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and still no one comments on it =.='
I'll just leave it until its done then >.>
here's another bit
Black Brew Maburu
In the town,
of Catmandu,
beer is black,
but still see-through,
and those who drink,
we call black brew,
and the worst of all,
is Marburu,
Marburu Hound,
is his full name,
nobody knows,
from where he came,
but to the pub,
he did go,
and began to put on,
quite the show,
one or two,
was never enough,
like a cat addicted,
to catnip snuff,
three or four,
a weak man's drink,
more and more,
like down the sink,
till about twenty,
or thirty or so,
then it was time,
for him to go,
getting up quietly,
not making a sound,
with all eyes on,
Marburu the beer hound.
I'll just leave it until its done then >.>
here's another bit
Black Brew Maburu
In the town,
of Catmandu,
beer is black,
but still see-through,
and those who drink,
we call black brew,
and the worst of all,
is Marburu,
Marburu Hound,
is his full name,
nobody knows,
from where he came,
but to the pub,
he did go,
and began to put on,
quite the show,
one or two,
was never enough,
like a cat addicted,
to catnip snuff,
three or four,
a weak man's drink,
more and more,
like down the sink,
till about twenty,
or thirty or so,
then it was time,
for him to go,
getting up quietly,
not making a sound,
with all eyes on,
Marburu the beer hound.
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currently in the middle of a radical re-think of how to build the game... possibly building it around several key story progressions surrounded by various character/location/item descriptions that can be obtained by fulfilling certain requirements... @.@
the first of the progressions titles will be this,
Red Dream
A bubble of red,
wells from the eye,
a deathly stare,
out to the sky,
a ruinous place,
of sand filled air,
fire and wind,
the devil's lair,
a rabbit and rope,
hanged up high,
eyes of red,
that tell no lie,
telling a tale,
of wolf and rabbit,
a red haired wolf,
and his bad habit,
lonesome eyes,
with tears of red,
rabbit skin,
upon the dead,
a lurking wolf,
in rabbit hide,
killing all,
to sate his pride,
a faraway dream,
of drowsy rust,
a future near,
drowned in lust,
an omen to fear,
and start of the tale,
of the wandering cat,
who lost his tail.
also, some of the spoilers appear to not be working, hope its fixed soon...
the first of the progressions titles will be this,
Red Dream
A bubble of red,
wells from the eye,
a deathly stare,
out to the sky,
a ruinous place,
of sand filled air,
fire and wind,
the devil's lair,
a rabbit and rope,
hanged up high,
eyes of red,
that tell no lie,
telling a tale,
of wolf and rabbit,
a red haired wolf,
and his bad habit,
lonesome eyes,
with tears of red,
rabbit skin,
upon the dead,
a lurking wolf,
in rabbit hide,
killing all,
to sate his pride,
a faraway dream,
of drowsy rust,
a future near,
drowned in lust,
an omen to fear,
and start of the tale,
of the wandering cat,
who lost his tail.
also, some of the spoilers appear to not be working, hope its fixed soon...
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The spoilers still aren't fixed =.='
oh well, it probably takes a lot of time >.>
like what it takes to think up a rhyme =p
anyway, it's time the clock again strikes new,
and I bring forth yet another poem for you. @.@
The Clock Strikes Twelve
A red streak falls,
down the window,
as it crawls,
the wind does blow,
glazed eyes,
deadened by sleep,
creep across,
and ponder deep,
following slowly,
this drop of red,
reading closely,
the words of the dead,
tears are shed,
in mourning loss,
a prayer is made,
upon the cross,
no savior will come,
she is alone,
plagued by an evil,
that cannot atone,
a poor little fox,
locked away inside,
a sad little girl,
with no place to hide,
a hellish church,
with doors shut tight,
a horrid tale,
and gruesome sight,
the bell tolls twelve,
and strength gives out,
into dark sleep,
tired, no doubt.
The mystery thickens... -o-
but what am I saying, my comments seem to be ignored anyway
oh well, it probably takes a lot of time >.>
like what it takes to think up a rhyme =p
anyway, it's time the clock again strikes new,
and I bring forth yet another poem for you. @.@
The Clock Strikes Twelve
A red streak falls,
down the window,
as it crawls,
the wind does blow,
glazed eyes,
deadened by sleep,
creep across,
and ponder deep,
following slowly,
this drop of red,
reading closely,
the words of the dead,
tears are shed,
in mourning loss,
a prayer is made,
upon the cross,
no savior will come,
she is alone,
plagued by an evil,
that cannot atone,
a poor little fox,
locked away inside,
a sad little girl,
with no place to hide,
a hellish church,
with doors shut tight,
a horrid tale,
and gruesome sight,
the bell tolls twelve,
and strength gives out,
into dark sleep,
tired, no doubt.
The mystery thickens... -o-
but what am I saying, my comments seem to be ignored anyway
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finished a character bit to fit the new piece =.=
Foxy Sue
Beyond the great walls,
and atop the hills,
beyond the fields,
of daffodils,
there is the church,
of Catmandu,
under the watch,
of Foxy Sue,
now one would think,
that she would flirt,
but those who have tried,
have felt the dirt,
for she is strong,
and faithful too,
she will not take,
those words from you,
but she is kind,
to those of faith,
to others she inspires fear,
more than a wraith,
to those who are evil,
you must beware,
for she will find you,
within your lair,
and drag you out screaming,
past the hills,
past the fields,
of daffodils,
where you are taken,
only she knows,
for of that matter,
she will not disclose.
muhahahaha... makes me feel evil =p
Foxy Sue
Beyond the great walls,
and atop the hills,
beyond the fields,
of daffodils,
there is the church,
of Catmandu,
under the watch,
of Foxy Sue,
now one would think,
that she would flirt,
but those who have tried,
have felt the dirt,
for she is strong,
and faithful too,
she will not take,
those words from you,
but she is kind,
to those of faith,
to others she inspires fear,
more than a wraith,
to those who are evil,
you must beware,
for she will find you,
within your lair,
and drag you out screaming,
past the hills,
past the fields,
of daffodils,
where you are taken,
only she knows,
for of that matter,
she will not disclose.
muhahahaha... makes me feel evil =p
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it hurts to be ignored, and in other news the question is raised,"Will the spoiler issue ever be fixed?" not that I'm trying to be insulting or anything. I understand it isn't easy to fix the problems with the server all the time, but this topic practically runs on it...
Secret of the Catsle
Within the castle,
of Catmandu,
where the floor is red,
and the walls are blue,
deep down below,
there hides a gate,
forged of stone,
iron and hate,
and upon its face,
two eyes do stand,
do not enter,
they demand,
for beyond the door,
and behind their gaze,
all is quiet,
a silent maze,
black as night,
no way out,
twists and turns,
riddled with doubt,
go up,
no down,
within its mystery,
you will drown,
a maze of madness,
only madmen can venture,
made of insanity,
no one can censure,
the Catsle secret,
of the great cat king,
who knows the riches,
discovering it will bring?
Catsle, get it? lol
Secret of the Catsle
Within the castle,
of Catmandu,
where the floor is red,
and the walls are blue,
deep down below,
there hides a gate,
forged of stone,
iron and hate,
and upon its face,
two eyes do stand,
do not enter,
they demand,
for beyond the door,
and behind their gaze,
all is quiet,
a silent maze,
black as night,
no way out,
twists and turns,
riddled with doubt,
go up,
no down,
within its mystery,
you will drown,
a maze of madness,
only madmen can venture,
made of insanity,
no one can censure,
the Catsle secret,
of the great cat king,
who knows the riches,
discovering it will bring?
Catsle, get it? lol
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Big update this time, getting closer to a finished product ^.^
March of the Red Tide
The rabbit thought,
the cat was dead,
laying there,
his fur all red,
but when he knew,
it was too late,
of his nine lives,
he still had eight,
and when he returned,
the cat was not there,
of his loss,
the rabbit did swear,
he would find the cat,
where cats do go,
and when he did,
then blood would flow,
to Catmandu,
the rabbit would hop,
and every cat's head,
he would chop,
till no more cats,
where in the land,
tis the red rabbit's,
bloody demand,
as king of red,
and all things black,
red rabbit prepared,
for all out attack,
rally the men,
and all rabbit kind,
this treacherous cat,
red rabbit would find.
Finally found how to bring the cat back into the story =.= ...
Darkest Night
Little did red rabbit know,
the cat had not run away,
hiding closely within the dark,
the cat decided to stay,
and with his ears,
he heard it all,
of Catmandu's,
rise and fall,
and of the storm,
and coming tide,
filled with rabbits,
and their pride,
then off he went,
through the trees,
by his face,
arrows breeze,
running quickly,
and full of fear,
feeling his seventh,
life is near,
but he must not stop,
not even slow,
lest he fall,
between their bow,
off away,
to Catmandu,
towards this town,
the cat now flew,
to save the town,
the cat will fight,
to make it through,
this darkest night.
And how the town of Catmandu is involved ^.^ ...
Gido the Bear
The sound of pursuers,
begins to fade,
while the trees around him,
darken their shade,
the cat escapes,
deep in the wood,
hiding himself,
as anyone should,
but in this place,
a shape does hide,
the earth is hard,
and the trees have died,
within the shadows,
eyes glare out,
and then the cat,
is rid of doubt,
these are the woods,
that hold the lair,
hiding the ferocious,
Gido the bear,
but onward he went,
he had to go,
stepping quietly,
staying low,
all for not,
he had been found,
beneath his feet,
and up from the ground,
came great Gido,
fur like bark,
this fight would be,
no walk in the park.
An epic mini-boss battle o.o ...
To Mt. Maroon
But sure enough,
the cat had won,
there was no rest,
he had to run,
Catmandu,
was two days away,
to get there in time,
he could not delay,
past the dead,
and dying trees,
past the ravaged,
homes of bees,
to the rock,
of Mt. Maroon,
to find the flying,
air balloon,
so he could float,
across the sky,
looking down,
from way up high,
to the town,
of Catmandu,
where the floor is red,
and the walls are blue,
but first up the side,
of Mt. Maroon,
is where the cat,
is going soon,
up to the top,
where the air is thin,
thought the cat,
who had a grin.
And leave it with a cliffhanger >.> ...
March of the Red Tide
The rabbit thought,
the cat was dead,
laying there,
his fur all red,
but when he knew,
it was too late,
of his nine lives,
he still had eight,
and when he returned,
the cat was not there,
of his loss,
the rabbit did swear,
he would find the cat,
where cats do go,
and when he did,
then blood would flow,
to Catmandu,
the rabbit would hop,
and every cat's head,
he would chop,
till no more cats,
where in the land,
tis the red rabbit's,
bloody demand,
as king of red,
and all things black,
red rabbit prepared,
for all out attack,
rally the men,
and all rabbit kind,
this treacherous cat,
red rabbit would find.
Finally found how to bring the cat back into the story =.= ...
Darkest Night
Little did red rabbit know,
the cat had not run away,
hiding closely within the dark,
the cat decided to stay,
and with his ears,
he heard it all,
of Catmandu's,
rise and fall,
and of the storm,
and coming tide,
filled with rabbits,
and their pride,
then off he went,
through the trees,
by his face,
arrows breeze,
running quickly,
and full of fear,
feeling his seventh,
life is near,
but he must not stop,
not even slow,
lest he fall,
between their bow,
off away,
to Catmandu,
towards this town,
the cat now flew,
to save the town,
the cat will fight,
to make it through,
this darkest night.
And how the town of Catmandu is involved ^.^ ...
Gido the Bear
The sound of pursuers,
begins to fade,
while the trees around him,
darken their shade,
the cat escapes,
deep in the wood,
hiding himself,
as anyone should,
but in this place,
a shape does hide,
the earth is hard,
and the trees have died,
within the shadows,
eyes glare out,
and then the cat,
is rid of doubt,
these are the woods,
that hold the lair,
hiding the ferocious,
Gido the bear,
but onward he went,
he had to go,
stepping quietly,
staying low,
all for not,
he had been found,
beneath his feet,
and up from the ground,
came great Gido,
fur like bark,
this fight would be,
no walk in the park.
An epic mini-boss battle o.o ...
To Mt. Maroon
But sure enough,
the cat had won,
there was no rest,
he had to run,
Catmandu,
was two days away,
to get there in time,
he could not delay,
past the dead,
and dying trees,
past the ravaged,
homes of bees,
to the rock,
of Mt. Maroon,
to find the flying,
air balloon,
so he could float,
across the sky,
looking down,
from way up high,
to the town,
of Catmandu,
where the floor is red,
and the walls are blue,
but first up the side,
of Mt. Maroon,
is where the cat,
is going soon,
up to the top,
where the air is thin,
thought the cat,
who had a grin.
And leave it with a cliffhanger >.> ...
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Y'know, until someone posts a non-unintelligible reply or I finish this (may take months) I think I'll leave this post as my last here, since I see no point in part by part updates if I'm not keeping anyone updated and interested. Sorry if that seems a bit selfish, but my works aren't for free unless I feel they are complete as can be. At least I'll leave one more bit to finish this post, but I don't give my words to those who don't listen. That would be like me giving money to the poor and never getting anything in return. Evil, I know.
Elusive Lagoon of Mt. Maroon
The cat climbs high,
as war drums sound,
holding tightly,
to broken ground,
dangling freely,
above his doom,
losing grip,
to rhythmic boom,
and out across,
the open field,
stands bouncing mass,
of sword and shield,
an army of rabbits,
and flying red flags,
with hardened armor,
and gold laced bags,
hopping soundly,
thumping along,
following red rabbit,
and singing his song,
but the cat cannot wait,
and his claws dig in,
climbing faster than ever,
on his face is a grin,
until it's the top,
the very peak,
then he lays down,
tired and weak,
for at the top,
of Mt. Maroon,
hides the elusive,
catnip lagoon.
Elusive Lagoon of Mt. Maroon
The cat climbs high,
as war drums sound,
holding tightly,
to broken ground,
dangling freely,
above his doom,
losing grip,
to rhythmic boom,
and out across,
the open field,
stands bouncing mass,
of sword and shield,
an army of rabbits,
and flying red flags,
with hardened armor,
and gold laced bags,
hopping soundly,
thumping along,
following red rabbit,
and singing his song,
but the cat cannot wait,
and his claws dig in,
climbing faster than ever,
on his face is a grin,
until it's the top,
the very peak,
then he lays down,
tired and weak,
for at the top,
of Mt. Maroon,
hides the elusive,
catnip lagoon.
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non-development related piece I did for a class.
Democrats,
Republicans,
the new Tea Party,
it all begins,
a civil war,
in the United States,
fought with words,
to decide our fates.
A Democrat victory,
is middle class misery,
Republicans win,
and the poor are poor again,
a Tea Party president,
redefines government,
don't we have another choice?
where we have a voice,
to say,
our hearts aren't open,
and on display,
to win,
a name,
authority or fame,
it's all the same,
to them it's just a game.
Democrats,
Republicans,
the new Tea Party,
it all begins,
a new survivor,
has come to play,
the full feline,
has much to say.
A Democrat victory,
is middle class misery,
socialism at its best,
Republicans win,
and the poor are poor again,
since some are better than the rest,
a Tea Party president,
redefines government,
taking what we take from it,
but a full coat will represent,
America as it was meant,
not worrying where it will sit.
So keep out cold policies,
by wearing a full coat,
and for your friend the feline,
go register and vote.
Democrats,
Republicans,
the new Tea Party,
it all begins,
a civil war,
in the United States,
fought with words,
to decide our fates.
A Democrat victory,
is middle class misery,
Republicans win,
and the poor are poor again,
a Tea Party president,
redefines government,
don't we have another choice?
where we have a voice,
to say,
our hearts aren't open,
and on display,
to win,
a name,
authority or fame,
it's all the same,
to them it's just a game.
Democrats,
Republicans,
the new Tea Party,
it all begins,
a new survivor,
has come to play,
the full feline,
has much to say.
A Democrat victory,
is middle class misery,
socialism at its best,
Republicans win,
and the poor are poor again,
since some are better than the rest,
a Tea Party president,
redefines government,
taking what we take from it,
but a full coat will represent,
America as it was meant,
not worrying where it will sit.
So keep out cold policies,
by wearing a full coat,
and for your friend the feline,
go register and vote.