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Hyperspacerebel
^Prose, not poetry.
But still fairly good.
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I'm tired of the sig character limit blocking my inginuity so I made this. Please, PLEASE feel free to post here.
Crackling bones and pitched foes, the macesong never ends. Hurtling to and fro a requiem for the fool who stands within my path. Steel unyielding, and wrath unending I am. A wicked dance and a malevolant prance, another falls in the scarlet halls. From hilt to head I bring nothing but dread and swift travel to eternal rest. I am vengenece incarnate, the avatar of retribution, fury eternal!
Who dares incite the wrath of a Frost Knight? Who dares tempt the wrath of the frozen north and the bane of warm mortalilty? Who hath brought frigid ruin upon their homes and those too close to flee? An icy plague, cold warriors of the dark blizzard come to show their power. Frozen death stalks the land, bearers of the Icy Talons of the Deathfrost and the Icy chill of Death. There is no hope for their victims, only to cling together for their last moments of warmth. For in death, the cold is eternal.
That one reminds me of my old sig, (the Frost Knight is a dwarf named Funden, who I am currently writing some stories/trying to write a novel about).
Pretty good though, I like it.
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Orranis
I am the thought of your own impending starvation as you watch your crops fail. I am the moment you realize you will not resurface from the water, your lungs bursting. I am the final bellow of the north wind before the lone soul freezes alone on the mountain. I am the dread you feel as you watch the locust swarm approach, the herald of disease and hunger. I am the crestfallen face of he who draws the shortest straw. I am the moment of awe in the innocent bystander, as he watches the steel mass fall towards the ground, and the black red and orange cloud of ash and flame rush towards him, though he was only their because of circumstance, and would only die because of the futile decisions of others. I am the split second the soldier saw the arrow speed towards him, and knew his time was done. I am the anxiety that the criminal feels in the hours before he is put to the brown chain of the ultimate punishment. I am he who harvests sorrow, as you harvest crops. I am he who distributes pain, that which you lose becomes my gain. I am creeping death.
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tl;dr
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Four walk across the world, where they step, madness follows and grows.
Four stride across the sea, all that see their shadow dying.
Four move through the air, driving the mortals to despair.
Four will end the World.
The First, a being of laughter and amusement, he enjoys watching as those around him fight and are at each others throats. Madness he brings to them, a gift he will forever give willingly. Those who follow him do so with a happy madness, their minds free of all rationality and thought, only Strife.
The Second, cloaked and wrapped, a low cough sounding from the shadows of his hood. Eyes of red glowing in the dark, limbs of purple and black, a scent of mold and rot all around him. Where he moves, the plants wither and die. Where he walks, the animals fall to the ground, coughing and crying out in pain. Where he strides, those around him can never eat enough, can never drink enough, will always be sick. Those who follow him, are those like him, the carriers of madness and pain, those who allow Pestilence to rule.
The Third, one who towers above the rest, his body garbed in steel and metal, nothing but weapons around him, and where he steps the world cries out. With every footfall, someone attempts to kill another, with every movement, weapons sound and fill the air with screams of pain and suffering. When he stomps on the ground, explosions trigger and he laughs. He is followed by those like him, those who conqueror the weak and make sure they are the strong, those who kills those who think differently, for he is War.
The Fourth, the Final one, moves slowly and surely, it's steps never faltering, it's face always turned ahead. The cloak it garbs itself in is pure black, allowing no light to leave it, upon it's shoulder a weapon made of cold iron, a scythe. Where it moves, all those around it fall to the ground, no pain, no suffering, just an ending. It does not enjoy what it does, merely follows the path before it. It is the master of itself and those it walks beside, and they in turn follow it... for it is Death.
Sorry for using the quote system, but it always makes it seem easier to read.
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Use imo.
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Orranis
Four walk across the world, where they step, madness follows and grows.
Four stride across the sea, all that see their shadow dying.
Four move through the air, driving the mortals to despair.
Four will end the World.
The First, a being of laughter and amusement, he enjoys watching as those around him fight and are at each others throats. Madness he brings to them, a gift he will forever give willingly. Those who follow him do so with a happy madness, their minds free of all rationality and thought, only Strife.
The Second, cloaked and wrapped, a low cough sounding from the shadows of his hood. Eyes of red glowing in the dark, limbs of purple and black, a scent of mold and rot all around him. Where he moves, the plants wither and die. Where he walks, the animals fall to the ground, coughing and crying out in pain. Where he strides, those around him can never eat enough, can never drink enough, will always be sick. Those who follow him, are those like him, the carriers of madness and pain, those who allow Pestilence to rule.
The Third, one who towers above the rest, his body garbed in steel and metal, nothing but weapons around him, and where he steps the world cries out. With every footfall, someone attempts to kill another, with every movement, weapons sound and fill the air with screams of pain and suffering. When he stomps on the ground, explosions trigger and he laughs. He is followed by those like him, those who conqueror the weak and make sure they are the strong, those who kills those who think differently, for he is War.
The Fourth, the Final one, moves slowly and surely, it's steps never faltering, it's face always turned ahead. The cloak it garbs itself in is pure black, allowing no light to leave it, upon it's shoulder a weapon made of cold iron, a scythe. Where it moves, all those around it fall to the ground, no pain, no suffering, just an ending. It does not enjoy what it does, merely follows the path before it. It is the master of itself and those it walks beside, and they in turn follow it... for it is Death.
Sorry for using the quote system, but it always makes it seem easier to read.
Dammit Adam, you got The Four Horsemen stuck in my head!
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Dammit Adam, you got The Four Horsemen stuck in my head!Heh, then it worked.
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Kristopher
i fail to understand :/ sorry
The person above you was being a troll. I'll copy pasta some of my stuff from another site I have in a few, I guess.
These scars that bind me, they hide the past, they're not the first they're and not the last.
I'm not a warrior I'm just a man. A floating leaf in destiny's plan.
I fight to live, I fight to die, when my time comes, I will not cry.
Fearing death is fearing life, causing hardships, causing strife.
We're here to wonder, to care, to share. Not to plunder or fear deaths stare.
This is a lesson that must be taught, that our freedom must be bought.
I'm not a warrior, just a man. A floating leaf, in destinies plan.
Lost amidst the feelings, I'm falling through the sky,
I can hear the voices calling, I can see them in minds eye.
All the things that are happening just make me want to scream,
I'm becoming wrought with terror, I fear it is no dream.
All these voices in my head, I can't keep them at bay.
Speaking hidden truths that I just cannot ignore.
Trapped within my memories, I fear I'm fading away.
If only I could find the lock, to my inner door.
Even if can escape, I know I won't be free,
It's impossible to conquer these monsters, that are part of me.
I tried to fight the darkness, it didn't go as planned.
I need someone to help me, someone with steady hands.
I don't know what I'm tasked to do, but I know I have to try.
I have to fight this off somehow, or I will surely die.
They're kinda depressing, but I can't seem to find my "Happy" ones.
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