Fier's poetry corner

[Fiernocht]

Just thought I'd engage everyone in a little bit of poetic banter. I would love to see the writings of some of our fellow shardmates.

[Fiernocht]

I am that.

Darkness spirals down
entwines my spine
The mirror cracks again
but I feel fine

beneath the shadow's skin
something crawls along
disease that lurks within
I hear that sound again

Like a swarm of hornets
a thousand crickets symphony
fills my bowels with fire
is this the end of me?

Consious of the void
the darkness staring back
That which I am
I am that.

[anarchy]

very nice i liked that. did you write it?

[Fiernocht]

thank you, I did indeed write it ^_^

[Ironbender]

The Beast Within

When the moon is high, in the midnight sky
and the crickets come out to play.
Adrenaline rising, which ain't surprising,
and there's not much left to say.

My teeth are showing, and my nails are growing
and the Inner Beast is born,
I'll be obssesed with my hunger quest,
'til night turns into morn.

Like most my kind, once I set my mind.
Nothing can change it now.
I thrive on the thrill, of kill or be killed,
It's hard to explain just how.

But when I say, get outta my way,
there's a full moon out tonight.
Don't follow me, you shouldn't see,
the Beast is a frightful site.

And when I'm on my knees, begging you please
"Will you still be my friend?"
Don't adore me, but don't ignore me,
Just help me when you can.

[Fiernocht]

Nice one Iron!

[anarchy]

enie meanie miney moe,
anarchy is such a hoe.
if he hollars run away,
then pk him another day.

thank you thank you no stop applauding no really thank you.

[Fiernocht]

lulz. i see whut u did thar.

[anarchy]

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jeg
A poor potioneer, was looking to make some kegs,
Then one day he was making some pots,
And up through the ground came a bubblin lots.

potions that is. colorful gold, Excelsior Tea.

Well the first thing you know ol Jeg's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Jeg move away from there"
Said "Britannia is the place you want to go. "
So they loaded up the mule and headed high and low.

briatain that is, place to sell, make some riches.

Well now its time to say good by to Jeg and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You're all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

Y'all come back now, y'hear? unless you sell less than me then you can get bent.

[Rune]

very clever Anarchy

[anarchy]

[Fiernocht]

very clever indeed. found it hilarious!

[Fiernocht]

A single strand glistens in the light,

slowly, moving upward, pulled in tight.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight;

Concentric circles form as you gaze upon the gate.

Strands become hard to follow as you take them in.

A flicker and you see yourself within.

You accede to the vision you see,

but how, how can this be me.

Shadows play at the corners of your eyes.

Distortion clouds all but all is denied.

Crimson dew rolls down the web,

and in the moment, drawn, heavy is a breath.

Broken is the glass and then you realize.

Its nothing but a mirror in your mind’s eye.

[Jecks]

Nice work.

Do you keep a journal of poems, or are these just off the top of your head?

[Fiernocht]

I keep a journal, most of it is on my myspace blog but I write em down in a bunch of text files as they come to me.