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| Epic Poetry; A series I have done... | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 5 2008, 09:24 PM (157 Views) | |
| Chukles38 | Apr 5 2008, 09:24 PM Post #1 |
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So, I started this a while ago, and have not worked on it since. It is a series of Epic Poems that are based around epic Star Wars scenes. thoughts, opinions? Hate to do this, but I'll divide them up into different posts for ease of reading. Epic Poem 1: Stories Outside the night was misty, foggy, gloomy dark. One could hear the rabble and flying speeders park. A building stood, towering above all the rest; Looming above them all and declaring itself the best. But careful and wary, must all those people be That live inside the boundaries of this planet wide city. For in his office, in the towering fortress of glass, Sits the evil not dreamt of in any social class. He sits in the shadows of the office of his rank; The monitor on the desktop glaring, glooming, blank. The doors burst open, and in stride saviors, numbered four in all, To save this great and troubled city from the evils in these halls. Many words are spoken, traded, and threats exchanged, ‘I am the senate” the wicked one proclaimed. The saviors stood not for it, and drew their swords of light And made ready with haste to stop this one from flight. But surprised were they, at the power that one possessed As he leapt, twirled, and slashed them to their deaths. One remained, his purple blade shown bright, Standing ready to fight, and save the city from its plight. Events unfold and epic, many will often say, Was the duel that occurred on that same day. A battle is fought, and appears to be won With the savior standing over the wicked and reviled one. But careful, ‘For something wicked this way comes’* But nothing is noticed as the purple saber hums. A young one, much younger than the rest, Approaches them, confident he knows the best. His mind knows not, and construes things in its fashion, And sees his friend, the abhorrent man, lying without passion. He yells at the Hero, discounts his greater insight, Exclaims, “I need him” and removes his tool in a fight. In rage, agony, and blinded hatred of his world, He turns his blade on our Hero, who had barely time to twirl. His hand was lost, he yelled in pain, and ne’er saw it come, The reviled one uses his magic and turn to a happy chum. The lightning blasted our hero, forever ending his story, As his body flew and made its way to a burial with no glory. The young man knelt, too horrified to speak, Whilst his soul let out a pained, unglorified shriek. Our Villain, detested above all else, stood slowly And gloried in the agony his new pupil showed so lowly. He had won, and the young man was his completely, To destroy all good and just in this fair, glass, city. His apprentice, the young man was named, And given a task for which he will always be famed. The horrors of that night stopped not with the cruel falls, Of the Heroes of this story, in those golden, bloody halls. Children died, and innocents at heart as well, At the hands of this man, once the Hero fell. To the masters, teachers, tutors, and friends Of this young man does the blame fall in the ends? Does responsibility settle only on the one, When others took part in what has since then gone? Or is it all, who must bare the blame and hate, From all those in the streets or is their such thing as fate? For it is my belief that one man’s life, no more than a spec, Or compares in size to a man as an insect. For ne’er a story have I yet seen, As this with such a dark, unwholesome glean. A lesson, perhaps, we all might learn, From this tale of sorry, which does now adjourn. Ne’er close your mind, nor your heart as well, Despite the trials faced as darkly the knell. * Taken from Shakespeare's play MacBeth |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 5 2008, 09:25 PM Post #2 |
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Epic Poem 2: Fatherless No More The scene is set; players reader for action, Both a representative of either faction. The scene is dark, foggy, and foreboding, Tension not by any means corroding. The first one ignites, blue does it glow. Next comes the other, red and held low. No words are exchanged, a duel does begin. An attack, a block, counters; neither knowing they’re kin. Furious and calm, both emotions now portrayed, While one’s intentions his emotions do betray. The battle rages, dark and light represented. One much adored, while the other resented. Into the mist, the light one falls ungracefully, While the other flips the switch, intentions revealed fully. Into the cable, pipes, and cords the hero does fly While the dark one looks on as the man flies by. A complement, then a strike, and our hero does scurry; Trying frantically to escape the saber’s deadly flurry. The battle progresses, neither giving ground While the dark one falls, signaling a new round. The light one follows, through the passage of light, Eager and willing to carry on this great fight. As he exits, one hears an ominous click, The hero thinks now, ‘Boy wasn’t that slick.’ But time he has not, for the dark one comes, Walking towards the light, his saber still hums. They fight, then with no effort at all, The villain hurls things, from the floor and the wall. The light tries to counter, parry, and fight, From the airborne missiles and his current plight. But inexperienced, the light gets thrashed and beat down, As the objects collide, the dark one’s face with no frown. Then glass shattered, a roar could be heard And our hero flew out, much like a bird. He landed, and recovered, then made his way along The catwalk up to the central chamber, in not long. The dark one appeared, surprised the light While the light dodged franticly and tried to fight. He was pushed back, the darkness too great, And the light was now fading, giving place to hate. The light lost his ground, and soon was cornered, And cries of agony were soon heard. The light lost his weapon, and scurried away Along the thin tubing, beginning to sway. The dark lowers his weapon, glares at the hero Who now hath been reduced from hero to zero. He speaks, words filed with passion and fire, Urging the hero to give into to the dark’s desire. The wizard is mentioned, asked by the darker Asking if the hero knows what happened to his father. The hero shouts out, “You killed him!!!!” or so he was told, But the dark stands there still, as powerful and bold. “No,” the words rumble, his voice strong, his words travel farther, And with words ironically cruel, “I am your father.” The hero now cries, “You speak falsely, possible it’s not” His mind began to wander, some truth it now sought. “Search your feelings,” the dark one now said, His voice echoing and rolling inside of the hero’s head. “You know it to be true.” Came that voice so strong and so dark, As the hero hollered and denied, though the words had left their mark. “Join me” the voice, so dark and dissolute, declared once more. “Father and son, this galaxy will be ours.” the sentence finished from before. More screams of disbelief our hero doth make, pained and confused And in desperation he leaps, his courage once again infused. He falls, and falls, and our story ends here, To continue once more, so have no more fear. |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 5 2008, 09:26 PM Post #3 |
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Epic Poem 3: And the Fires Burned Scorching, burning, searing, and bright, Flaming, flowing; radiating its own eerie light. A flaming oven, burning engine, desert sun, Naught compared to the planet, ton by ton. Two figures, clothing seared, faces streaming, The land on which they stood perpetually steaming. The two battled viciously, despite the smoldering heat, Both giving their all and trying their best to not be beat. Off the landing, to the control room they go, Slashing, blocking, one moved back, the other in tow. Their weapons locked, they gazed at each other’s eyes; All at once both were in for a surprise. As one, though two undoubtedly they were, They called on their magic; their spirits did stir. They push, all their might do they throw, But both are surprised at what the other does know. At once, in an instant of time, both fly through the air; Their magics thus countered, caught in each other’s snare. They collide with the walls, but rebound quite quickly, One hurls through the air, just watching would make one sickly. The duel continues, destroys the control, though neither one knows. Onto a catwalk, fighting ever more, under which lava flows. They move onto other, more treacherous ground, No where else in the galaxy can land such as those be found. Their battle continues, illuminated in an eerie light, Cast by the surroundings; burning, fuming, perpetually bright. Onto the platforms and catwalks our hero and villain do move Both settled into a swaggering and tired groove. Unbeknownst to our actors, bold and brave to the end, The surface on which they fought began to bend. Into the flames, the platform does go The two men clinging as they descend to the eerie glow. Our hero climbs higher, the villain takes a moment more While the river guides them to where the lava pours. The hero leaps, desperate and determined To a platform on the lava, the villain still sees his nearer end. He leaps, and lands near our hero, They glare at each other, as the distance between them closes to zero. Words are exchanged, “Failed you, I have” says the master “But wrong choices were made, now finish this I must.” The two move faster. They fight, they strive, they push, their sabers clash, ‘Til the hero sees an opportunity, and leaps up through the ash, “I have the advantage, try not what you think” The master declares, standing near the brink. The younger, more treacherous, and full of pride, Hears not his old masters, wise and caring chide. He smiles, “Underestimate me, you do” And flips through the air, and receives what is due. In one quick movement, our hero’s blade does emerge, It’s blue and judicious light does surge. He severs the limbs of his friend, and tears come to his eyes As he looks on his friend, and tries not to cry. “A brother, were you,” He tells his padawans As the man lays there struggling; the hot surface he is on. And the hero stoops, retrieves his friend’s sword And leaves the poor man without another word. As many of you know, the story ends not at this place, With the sight of the villains burnt and scarred face. But this is all of this story I will relate For this moment is over, more to come at a later date. |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 5 2008, 09:26 PM Post #4 |
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Epic Poem 4: Completed Circles The air was cold aboard that great machine. It smelt recycled and too terribly clean. Soldiers were running all over the place Aboard that monstrous station floating in space. Two men aboard, once part of the Order, Had changed little, aside from growing older. The two met in a hallway, near to the ships. They spoke no words, before their swords left their hips. “I’ve been waiting for you.” The dark one hints at the past. As he steps forward, he says, “We meet again at last.” “The circle is now complete.” His pace grows faster. “When I left, I was but the learner. Now I am the master.” The light gives a smile, dealing a verbal blow. “Only a master of evil, Darth.” And then strikes his foe. The dark one blocks, then counters the attack. He shows he is not afraid of giving fight back. The light’s mind slips away to those days long gone. No more similar a duel could ever be sawn. The two had fought, nearby lava sheets, Though the planet couldn’t match, that duel’s intense heat. They dueled and they struggled, as they did in this fight On the planet of ash. On that dark, dreadful night. The light’s mind was drawn back, as it often can, By the dark’s attack of, “You’re powers are weak, old man.” But the light is not phased, as he says with a smile, “You can’t win, strike me down. I’ll be stronger all the while.” Some more blows are exchanged as the men battle on, And the dark utters a warning, “You should not have come.” The light simply smiles, as the duel moves on fast, His mind once again returns, to their dark, gloomy past. The light had the edge, the dark couldn’t win. The light cried as he wounded and crippled his friend. “I loved you, my brother, why did you fall?” The light cries, as the crippled man up the hill tries to crawl. “I cannot save you my friend, for you’ve fallen too far.” “I hate you! I’ll kill you! Just stay where you are!” The light had left, and the two once again fought. However the light learned the lesson that he had been taught. He noticed his friend, over in the bay, And the light choose to end, his life on that day. He salutes his old friend, whom wants him to die, And the dark slays the light. The young man starts to cry. Another circle is complete, thinks the light to his friend. A life for a life, all is fair in the end. I could not save you, my brother, but please do not fight As this young man, your son, shows you the light. Another circle will complete, as they always do, And I, once more, shall be together with you. |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 14 2008, 05:55 PM Post #5 |
Why so serious?
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That is really good IMO. Keep up the good work man. ;) |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 15 2008, 10:08 PM Post #6 |
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lol. Well, thank you. Perhaps I will write another sometime soon. :p |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 16 2008, 05:26 PM Post #7 |
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Why so serious?
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Write me one. |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 16 2008, 10:34 PM Post #8 |
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Certainly. What you want it about? |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 16 2008, 11:03 PM Post #9 |
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Why so serious?
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Anything. I'll put in my blog for a enrty. |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 16 2008, 11:04 PM Post #10 |
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So, doesn't ahve to be star wars centric or this type of poem? |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 16 2008, 11:12 PM Post #11 |
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Why so serious?
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ANYTHING, it can be about ANYTHING. lol |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 16 2008, 11:14 PM Post #12 |
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lol. If you want, you can fill me in on a bit about yourself (Nothing too personal, of course) and I can make it a personalized poem about you. :) Or, someone you knwo as well. :) |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 16 2008, 11:19 PM Post #13 |
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Why so serious?
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I am 18 and I love to dirtbike and play hockey. I love my family to death and my new puppy that I just got. I live in California. Im pretty relaxed and never worry about anything. |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 16 2008, 11:20 PM Post #14 |
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If you throw in some info about a girl, i can make it an epic love ballad. :p |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 16 2008, 11:23 PM Post #15 |
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Why so serious?
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Theres this girl I liek alot actually. She's easy to get along with. Very nice eyes and hair. We have a crush on eachother......there... |
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| Chukles38 | Apr 16 2008, 11:24 PM Post #16 |
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lol. Alright, and epic love ballad coming your way.......... If it fails to be epic, then don't blame me. :p Too late to write. I'll do it later. |
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| Evil_X_13 | Apr 16 2008, 11:43 PM Post #17 |
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Why so serious?
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Alrighty. Whenever you have time is fine. |
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