My parents think I'm gifted with poetry just because of these!

Excalibur

In the dark woods of Fenrir
There sits an enchanter.
An old, wise practitioner of magic
He is the one that created the sword of power.
He used a noble knight’s blood
To give it the heart of justice;
The legendary mythril silver
To make it unbreakable;
He also used the dragon’s breath to forge it
Which gave the sword its power
And the holy water from god
To give it heaven’s blessing.
This sword is Excalibur.

Across the breeze comes the chime
Of that fated day where a king shall claim it.
The king shall be Arthur
The greatest king of Britain.
Arthur shall have to prove himself
As wise as an owl,
More cunning than a fox,
And as strong as a bear
Before he shall receive it.

However on an ill-fated day
Arthur shall die because of his sorrow,
All that he built, the round table,
Camelot, and the Knights of the Round Table.
Had been destroyed over the years
After his peaceful and prosperous reign
By his wicked son, Modred…

Arthur was left waiting to die
Beside his knights and family.
Arthur said for Bedevere
To throw Excalibur in to the sea.
When Bedevere did he saw a hand
Brandish the sword three times and it disappeared
Arthur’s story ended there
With that he was carried
To the mythical land of Avalon.
His legend will live on forever
As long as there is Excalibur.


Fiery Compassion

My compassion is merely a dim fire
in a moonless night.
Why must it be this way…
Why can’t I have the compassion of a king…
Was I supposed to be this way…
My knowledge is greater than my life,
yet my life is my own doing.
I care not what others think.
I am what I am there’s no changing who I am…

People’s sorrow doesn’t touch me,
I feel nothing but my own
pain and sorrow.
For that I’m grateful, yet have I displeased god,
And this is his punishment, no passion for anyone.
I do not care what god thinks of me…
I only care about what I think of myself.

When my little passionate fire grows
to a flame that will light up the evening sky I shall
remember this day when my passion started
as a little in significant fire.
My fiery compassion shall always be with me as long as I live.


The Darkness

The Darkness that consumes people
Is still here motionless until the fateful day
Where it shall rise again from the ashes of its creators.
This shall dawn the new age of men,
Bloodthirsty, greedy, consumed by their own needs.
There shall soon be a war
In which the children of darkness shall wreak chaos throughout the world,
None shall escape they shall all perish within their own hate.


There shall be but one survivor
His heart is as pure as water,
This savior of men shall create the second golden age of man.
He shall revive the land
With his purity and faith.
A sword in which he carries
Is made from the gods’ justice,
He shall drive back the darkness
Only to push it back,
He shall never defeat it,
Because deep within the watery depths of his heart
There is selfishness…
The darkness will always return, because he is the darkness.



The Healer


The healer, she is the ancient maiden of water.
She sits on the log by the sacred river of the gods,
There she must wait
until a cleric worthy of succeeding her comes
Why must godliness condemn her is this fate,
destiny, or something greater…
To her duty is the most important thing in the world…
This is the law that binds her.
I ask myself why must it be like this… why


The Plains

As the wind rolls across the plains,
The faint sounds of bells
Echo throughout the plain.
I think to myself has it always been this way…
I take a few steps into the middle of the plains,
All the eye can see is grass,
This place seem so familiar,
Have I been here before.

As I close my eyes I hear the bells again,
I open my eyes, nothing…
I then hear an oncoming gallop of a horse.
I close my eyes again, I see a ruined battlefield.
The deadly silence, it consumed me in that second.
I walk to a grave, It reads: run now before you too…
It was cut off, I put my ear to the ground,
All I could hear is my heart.

Then I closed my eyes, what does this mean?
I look up to the sides of me,
I see two armies attacking each other.
I immediately turn around
And I see my friend Arthur standing there.
He tries to say something,
But all that came out was the cold snap of… nothing…
I realize my fate was already sealed…



The Teller of Future

She is wise, holds great power,
And shall live for all eternity,
In silence and as a nun.
Is wisdom a blessing or a punishment,
Knowing what’s going to happen
is a terrible gift, seeing what will happen in the future.
There will be good things, but there shall be bad things, as well,
The world couldn’t survive with just good or just evil,
They have to be there to oppose each other.

She knows all, but there are still many mysteries in reality.
Does she hold the answers?
We shall never know, why would we want to know,
Why not be surprised at life?
What fun would life be if you knew what was always gonna happen?
That’s why I like my life the way it is.

Note that this was for a school project.

That's a little much and is it true Ms. T asked u to publish it? :huh:

-_- It is long and yeah Ms. T asked me to publish it.

Hey that's not bad Swordmaster! That's really quite good! That is if you really made those up!

true they not bad there good make some more im lookin forward if you do!

Yeah they're all mine mine I say MINE!
My parents thought the same thing but they even did a google search and nothing serves them right!

hey who is robby1 is he from your school

yeah and you're off topic. -_-

here's more...

The Chaos

Upon the gaze
of the Holy Sword,
a darkened soul awaits
the destined day in which
it shall claim it.

In a world of conflict
and death a warrior shall
arise to create an age
of peace and prosperity.

On a deserted plain,
in which light and darkness meet,
there is you.
Half demon, half angel.
You are the Embodiment of Chaos.

In the viscous battle
Ragnarok shall be created,
out of the winds of Artemis,
the fires of the Underworld,
Neptunes oceans,
and Mother Earth's anger.

History shall begin anew,
but there shall always be me,
the Embodiment of Chaos.



The Hero



In the distant lands
a hero shall axaken,
strong-hearted, kind, talented.
Few are like him,
Many are different than him.

In the darkness...
a light shall rise
and disperce the darkness
create the new shadows,
with every object there is in the light.
However in the light there will be a shadow,
the shadow is the symbol
of all the darkness consumed by the light.

Within the deep voids of time,
there is a desolate place known as
HINO FIGHT VIN the battlefield
in which opposing forces clash,
light into darkness, darkness into light.
The Hero will walk onto the field
calmly with a sword and seal at hand.
The opposing force is his shadow...
...it represented all that was dark in his heart.
They exchanged blows
that shook the Earths structures.

The battled ended in a stale-mate,
it shall always be this way,
this way the world will never fall out of balance.
The think they didn't take into acount was...

RAGNAROK...


Remembrance of Karen



Karen, a mother, a wife,
A loved one…
She lived a life
Full of happiness and joy.
One day a strange wind
Blew over her and dealt
God’s Judgment…

Her daughter Karoline
Watched in pain and despair
As her once joyful mother,
Lay dying in her arms.

Karen was now with the dead,
Her soul wandering, lingering
The dark passages of purgatory,
Yet wanting her daughter,
To live a happy life.

Soon after her mother’s death,
Karoline was engulfed
In her own misery and despair.
But then she saw
The light of friendship.
She remembered her friends
Will always be there for her.



The Power

Once in the ancients realms of Zerois
A king hid a secret…
A secret that could mean Ragnarok…
This secret was written and bound
To the mystic stone of
Nisomea…

Adventures, heroes, warriors, and many more
Have come here in search of the secret.
They’re all power hungry and greedy.
The secret can only be passed onto someone
with a heart as pure as diamond,
skills that are legendary
and a mind as strong as the great wizard of Oksayney.

The day shall come and when that day comes I’ll be there,
But for now I must be patient and wait.
Someday soon that person shall come and give the secret its freedom.
His heart is pure and cannot be corrupted
By the virtues of a mere man.
He shall once again make the world a peaceful place.
That day shall come soon,
All I can do now is pray for his safety.


The Roses of Love

A rose is something
That is indescribable,
Beautiful yet harmful.
As a petal can wilt
Your love can die,
But can also live on and on
Until the end of time.

The heart, so pure
Yet so delicate,
Can be broken by a simple word.
Yet a heart that is broken
Shall become as tainted
As the blood that drips from the devil.

Love can be cruel,
And unforgiving,
Yet I pray that
Thee shall never happen
To an ill-fated soul.

You shall mourn and mourn,
But nothing can change the past.
So look into the bright horizon that lay ahead
Rather than giving into grief and misery.
Upon a holy bell that signals
The choir of angels,
Your love shall greet you there
In true bliss,
In God’s domain, Heaven.

The only way for you to find a rose
Is to look inside of your own heart,
And have hope.
Without hope there is no will,
And without will, there is no way.
Always have faith, always.

Wow swordmaster you really are a fine poet to bad they don't mean Jack-squat to me.

Slatter, bite your tounge. They were fine poems, definitely good. I'm impressed, and I don't like free-verse. So good job! ^_^ I write poetry myself, and I'm told it's good...

meh... everyone says my poetry is really good but is that the real truth or are there people who have better poetry than me, I'd like to hope so, I'd like if you rate my poems not me.

It's quite natural to degrade yourself like so. I degrade myself too. ;) You really don't think your own poems are that great, because you wrote them. You know how it goes, so only other people can really rate it. Like me: I think my poems are real bad.

And both of you are wrong... You both write great poems... So keep on writing em... ah, and it's tru that noone can rate their own art of any form... i think your mom and dad are right, i think you are a poet...

>< a poet!????!!!!!

(sorry for double posting)

Shattered Worlds:
Aether

In the farthest reaches of the universe
A world is in turmoil and distress.
A world struggling to survive.
Either light or darkness will win.
An unexpected event occurs…

A meteor hits the planet…
A rift in time and space is created…
A second world is born…
And through this Ing are brought into this world.
When all hope is lost and the chaotic battle takes its toll
The Hunter shall appear…
Her skills legendary, her armor magnificent, her enemies slain.

The light struggles against the consuming darkness
But to no avail…
The Hunter is exploring the unknown environment
hesitantly taking the side of light…
The tides have changed but
Is there more to the enemy than just being an enemy?
The Hunter meets the Darkness that corrupted her before
Will The Hunter stand up to the Darkness or will she give in…
This is when the fate of Aether shall be decided…
Light or Darkness…
Equally matched…
A fight to the death…
Light or Darkness…
You choose…
The fate of Aether is riding on your shoulders…



The Binding Ties of Friendship

In times of need,
You need friends.
And when your friends are in need,
They need you.
These are the ties that bind you.
Whether you are a human, an elf or a dwarf
We’re all the same in my eyes.

Sometimes you need to abandon
A friend but the pain you feel will haunt you.
There is nothing you can do but pray for
The ties that bind you to last and harden.

You are vulnerable at the heart yet
Friends protect the heart.
But you must have good friends
Not the friends that back stab you.
It’ll hurt if it happens but
You must move on without living in the past.

Together I stand with friends,
And together I fall with my friends.
I’ll never abandon my friends
They’re irreplaceable
That is why we stand together.
WE STAND FOR THE TIES THAT BIND US!
THE TIES THAT ARE UNBREAKABLE!



The Harbringer

Within the dark depths
If the Underworld,
There is the Harbringer.
One who feels nothing but hatred,
His only emotion is hatred,
He kills with ease.

He’s only mortal,
Yet he’s at the devil’s side.
He delivers the devil’s judgment,
He despises everything that is good,
He hates friendship, his bane.

The shadows are his servants,
Silent and alluring.
He kills his prey
With a swift blow of his dagger.

He hates friendship,
He’s loathed friendship ever since…
… ever since his “friends” sold his soul to the devil,
in exchange for immortality.

He will linger on
Without a soul,
And always be,
The Harbringer


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