Poetry

[Cyhirae]

Seeing as how I haven't bothered you guys nearly enough lately, here's some totally random and pointless poetry. Rotten tomatoes will be dodged, flames used to cook marshmellows. XD

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Dragon Hunt

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Strike the stars with my wings,
Caress my scales with your touch, oh wind;
Let the moon be lost in black clouds I breathe,
The sky bows to its king.

Far below mountains tremble,
As with a single roar I humble them;
And nestled in their vales and valleys they hide,
My feast to be, these beasts called 'men'.

They bring out their toys: Forked sticks,
Bits of metal not even as sharp as a claw-
They hide away their women and children;
A bit of sport to seek when I am through with them.

Offer yourself to my hunger,
Little two legged beasts who think to fight;
Entertain me as the feeble mouse does the cat-
Sing your terror in your dying screams to me.

What lovely ambrosia on the night wind,
Cries of death and the burning of flesh.
A fitting offering to the this land's true king;
Let never any arrogant beast think himself above me!

Thickening smoke bears me upward,
My throne among weeping stars;
The sickle moon my silver crown-
As I leave the charred remains of my feast below.

[Falcom Director of Fanservice]

Needs more kennings.

Edit: To be more unuseful, I am a mook with poetry. Don't have a clue how most poems are even supposed to read aloud. The rhythm just doesn't come to me. Sadly, such is the case with this.

[Cyhirae]

*L* Free verse usually is hard to judge. There is a meter to the words, but unless you actually heard it spoken it would be hard to detect in pure text. I admit this poem's pretty weak in text- it's real strength is when it's spoken.

Generally you should be able to read most poetry to a piano meter though, with a word beginning each 'beat'.

Strike the stars with my wings - (two beats to the line, no pause)
Caress my scales with your touch, oh wind; (two beats again, slight pause)
Let the moon be lost in black clouds I breathe, (still the two beat pattern, no pause)
The sky bows to its king. (full pause here as it's the end of the stanza)

Not sure if that'll make sense to anyone else but..^^; I tried. *L* In lack of a meter, just tapping your finger by raising it up about three or four inches and dropping it back down in a steady rhythm creates a fairly reliable beat for this type of poem.

[Gamemusicfreak]

I'm no expert, but I know when I like something. Excellent work, I love this! Very inspiring, thanks for posting.

[Gamemusicfreak]

wyrdwad said:

Anyone else have any poetry/prose to share?

Thanks Tom! Can't wait to check it out!
I don't have any writings yet, but I'm hard at work on something. I'm so excited about it I'm gonna burst!

[Cyhirae]

^^; Thank you for all the feedback!
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GMF: I'm just happy it's met with this much response. Never thought people'd really much care for it- particularly with it being free verse. ^_^ I'm glad you liked it!

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Wyrdwad: ; hooolly you've written a lot! It's going to take me awhile to go through all this. Nice to see you've kept so much of it from high school too. I lost alot of my own stuff from back then, including the one poem I've managed to get published. =/
Maybe one day I'll do a WAV of at least the first two stanzas so people can hear how it was meant to be- but I'm not the world's best speaker so it'll be awhile. ^^;

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mmjmx: haha- that wasn't nearly as dark as some stuff I've done. O.o? I was asked by a goth once to write a 'proper love poem' to give to another goth. Now THAT was dark.

[Lumi]

I already toldja that this is great stuff, Cy, but it bears saying in public. Your poetry's always great reading, and it still floors me how FAST you can bash a really good poem out like that.

[Cyhirae]

Lumi: *LOL* I still don't quite get it myself but it's fun. Ive always found it easy. ^.^ Hope you like this one too.

Hell, hope you all do. ^_^;

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Dancer of the Seasons

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Slowly the dancer does unfurl,
Balanced upon her trembling stage;
A shy figure in the softest of green,
She poses against the wind's rage,
As from their sleep her fellows uncurl.

Elegant she sways over the ground,
The others join her in the dance-
As softest green gives way to emerald age;
Nothing in it is left to the whims of chance,
From spring to summer the cycle goes round.

She has changed her robes from green to gold,
While her fellows dance in scarlet hues;
Soon she knows she will fly-
Summer has given autumn its cues,
A graceful pirouette as to the ground she will fold.

She rests now beneath a mantle white,
A frozen sleep giving the dancer her rest;
But soon the sky will warm again-
The dancer live again at its behest.
Dancing from spring to autumn's final flight.

[Gamemusicfreak]

Very excellent, I love this one too! Do you write often, Cy?
I know someone who is a great writer but he just won't write.

[Cyhirae]

mjmmx: Thanks. Hehe...I had ample displays of that kind of scenery when I was growing up...the mountains of New Hampshire are really very lovely when they're all scarlet and gold.

GMF: It's on again, off again with me. ^_^; My poetry comes at random intervals..might go months without writing anything, then suddenly write a whole slew in a day's time. All depends on when and where the inspiration hits.

I do some prose too- both original and fanfiction. But that takes a bit longer than a poem and is almost always done in first person view.

I can understand if your friend opts not to write really...it can actually be surprisingly taxing if you're the sort who wants to do full length stories. I'm working on such a novel now and finding it hard really. The interest wanes when no feedback is steadily being given- so I salute all those pro writers who can tolerate writing alone.

[Falcom Director of Fanservice]

Is dat some limerick?

It needs more Kennings.

[Cyhirae]

*facepalms* no it is not a limerick y'doof.

do ye ken the penty 'eads?

[Del Stimpson]

I have to say I'm very impressed. You seems to have quite a talent for poetry and It's finally nice to see poetry that I actually like, so thank you for posting them for all to see.

[Cyhirae]

Del: Happy to please then! ^^; I love writing this stuff- but like it much more when I'm not the only one enjoying them. I hope they keep being enjoyed, though with the different styles I write in..well. ^_^ We'll see.

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This one is, well..lyrical poetry. I wrote it to a song, so it's 'technically' one- and rather long. The song I used was Exec Harmonius, from Ar Tonelico's Hoshiyomi arranged disk.

Anything italicized directly under a line is supposed to be said/sang by another reader. If it's italicized alone, then it's meant to be said softly, almost indistinctly and dreamlike.

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Ancient Dream

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Falling, drifting down from stars-
Dreams of ancient days long past...
Parting, rending the lost dreams;
The future bears on relentlessly.

Seeking, finding faded dreams,
Children of the dreams...
Descending stars take new forms;
I ask you to live again..
Wandering, lost and forsaken,
Return light to us;
Can they rebuild the past?
Please never forget us....

Glories lie forgotten beneath the sands of cruel time's advancing might,
Lost and buried is our strength and honor, leaving us only our pain;

Guide us on our way to the past, fallen stars now reborn;
Show us the time of which you dreamt of in this ruined land....
Push back the sands of time and unveil it once more unto us;
Our right, our power long taken from us by those who had cast us down-!

We shall rise again with you;
Heavens stars who died in fire-
You will guide us to our glory!
Fallen stars reborn in flame-
We will reclaim our lost past;
Rebuild it upon the death of the present where only chains bind us-
Forge them into swords of revenge!
We will not remain bound like mere starving dogs!

Guide us now to our war oh fallen stars-
You came to set us free, yet now you hesitate;
What did you come for if it was not to aid us;
Take the up sword along side us and lead us on-
We will rebuild the dreams of old once more when the present is gone!
We will reclaim our place upon the world's throne at long last....

Ah, what have we done...?
This was not what we came to do....
Was this their wish all along?
How could we have not seen....

We came to them...
We freed them as asked;
Yet this is how they act...
Like animals set to feed;
This is how they repay freedom-
Shedding blood to mark their way;
Vengeance means more than the past-
Then let them be struck down!

We will guide you no longer, failed children of the ruined past-
It was no enslaver that took your honor;
No chain that stole your strength!
You threw it away in ambition's name!
Let the fire that bore us burn you pure once again!
Let it remove all sign you ever touched this faded world;
May you vanish from its histories and its future-
May you now be lost....

Drifting, falling ashes from the sky above;
Burying the remains of lost children far below.
Weeping, mourning the stars ascend;
Returning once more to the heavens.
Lost, forgotten now and forever;
The dreams of the ruined past.

Let the world seek now its healing rest beneath this gray mantle;
To be born again from ashes, pure and free of its dark past.

May you live again,
Free of our past mistakes...
Rise again, fresh and new...
May you find a new dream...

Learn from the past and never repeat it;
What is past is forever gone,
Never was it meant to rise again-
Rest eternally the ancient dream.

Lost forever the ancient dream...
Let the world begin again....

[Lumi]

I love this. Although I have to admit that having access to the song that aided in its creation goes volumes toward making it all work.

Even so, that's incredibly beautiful. Your story poetry is always some of your best anyway, Cy. Great job.

[Gamemusicfreak]

Fantastic! Thanks again for another inspiring work, these are awesome.

[Falcom Director of Fanservice]

I would like to request a poem about dwarves going to an orcish fair.

Or squats going to an orkish fair, if you're into Warhammer 40K. =D

[Cyhirae]

Lumi: ^^; true- since it's based so heavily around the song's feel. Still, glad you liked it!

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GMF: Always happy to share~ AS long as people keep liking them, I'll keep posting them. XD

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As you requested, oh Captain, dear Captain~

Note: meter's a bit rough but I did this half drugged and with no coffee after a rude wake up. Anyhow- enjoy.

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There once was a gathering of dwarfs oft seen,
Drunken from the moment they could worship the mug;
Twas not a liquor they did not love-
Be it the ale dark or the wine so clean;
If it were rich down they would chug.

Then a passerby did say unto the dwarves:
"Well proper dwarves you surely be;
But this mountain brew is weak to be sure;
Get yourselves down to the wharves,
Off over the ocean to try orcish whiskey!"

Honor insulted to think one would speak so;
The dwarves drew themselves so high;
And with beards bristling they did say:
"Then across the sea we go!
Straight t' the blasted orc lands as the crows fly!"

So away they did go, hammer and stein in hand;
And many an adventure did they brave;
But nothing could prepare them for what they saw-
Deep in the pits of that dark orcish land;
Not a thing could their impared sanity save.

For before them frolicked the orcs-
Drunk and pleasant as you please;
Having a brewer's festival in honor of Thrall-
They sang joyously of spoons and forks-
And the orcish whiskey flowed with ease.

A mighty battle the dwarves then fought;
Axe to blade and stein to skull;
But so drunk were they all no blow did meet;
Mostly they simply stumbled about a lot-
And to their horror they found..mugs no longer full.

The dwarves paused in horror and looked down...
Steins turned slowly over the ground;
And many a beard soon turned damp-
Not a drop of dwarven brew fell before the orcish town;
There was not a bit to be found!

Lamenting this cruel twist of fate;
The drunken dwarves wept on orcish shoulders;
Finding no solace in this time of despair.
Yet then down did come the wall of hate;
If only to spare rust upon orcish spaulders.

Dwarven steins were seized and filled;
With orcish whiskey they soon foamed;
And the drunken warriors saluted brave dwarves;
One could not help but honor ones willing to be killed-
Just to taste the whiskey for which they had roamed.

The fair went on for a day and a night;
Though they could not understand each other;
For a moment they put aside their rage and hate;
As with beer goggles in place they saw no reason to fight;
Before the god of whiskey orc and dwarf were as brother!

So across the ocean the dwarves returned;
Enlightened and inspired if far more sea sick-
And to the brewery they promptly went-
In each now the dwarven spirit burned;
To brew this rich drink so quick!

Within Ironforge one may yet buy;
If they look to the proper place-
The famed orcish whiskey so divine;
Sure to make your senses fly;
And straight to the floor you'll race!

[Lumi]

.....That right there is proof of waaaaay too much World of Warcrack.

But I love it anyway. It's a funny little ballad. Heehee. Nice job, Cy.

[Cyhirae]

*snicker!* Bah, woulda probably been about them even if I hadn't been playing it so much recently. ^.^ Those dwarves are just too damned fun. ^.^

And thank ya~ He asked and received, eh? ^__^