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Summer 2022 Poetry Contest has begun. We only have seven poems and you only get two votes, so read these carefully before voting.
They are fairly short so I recommend multiple readings. For me personally, I think it helps to read them quietly to yourself and then read them out loud.
They are fairly short so I recommend multiple readings. For me personally, I think it helps to read them quietly to yourself and then read them out loud.
To the Praise of Chotec
Drums beat
The forest swathed in shadows and dark
Begins to light and turn from gloom
The song of the jungle sounds out stark
As night perishes to Chotec’s boon
Drums beat
The song grows louder from bird and beast
Awaken! Awaken to the glory of light!
We watch the glow over the trees in the East.
To the golden dawn, warm, within sight.
Drums beat
An orb of warmth, of light, of fire does rise
Chotec we gaze to from Slann to Skink
Until the darkness of the old day dies
And a new day passes its awaited brink
Drums beat
We feel the fire course through scale!
Hear the drums, hear the drums!
For the Great Plan shall never fail!
Drums beat
The forest swathed in shadows and dark
Begins to light and turn from gloom
The song of the jungle sounds out stark
As night perishes to Chotec’s boon
Drums beat
The song grows louder from bird and beast
Awaken! Awaken to the glory of light!
We watch the glow over the trees in the East.
To the golden dawn, warm, within sight.
Drums beat
An orb of warmth, of light, of fire does rise
Chotec we gaze to from Slann to Skink
Until the darkness of the old day dies
And a new day passes its awaited brink
Drums beat
We feel the fire course through scale!
Hear the drums, hear the drums!
For the Great Plan shall never fail!
PETS
The swarm crawls through the bushes, a creeping doom
they’re tiny, they’re many, they are Lustria’s boon
they hear you, they sense you, you’ve entered their homes
they’ll bite you, they’ll eat you, deep down to your bones.
Did you think it was safe the river by day
a sudden stream of fire has melt you away
you’ve met the salamanders, to water they belong
consider yourself lucky, you didn’t last for long.
They travel in packs, they move like a flood
with claws and with teeth, they’re out for your blood
no way you can hide, your smell is their guide
they are named the cold ones, we ride’em with pride.
A thunderous bulk that can tear down trees
not hunger for blood, but branches and leaves
is a Stegadon peaceful? yes that is true
but be wary of horns, they’ll just pierce you through.
It’s a titan made flesh, a God in lizard form
its bite can shatter rocks, its roar a sudden storm
an overwhelming terror, the last thing you will feel
cause only a Slann bends a Dread Saurian’s will.
You’ve met our pets, your life now is gone
you call Lustria hell, we just call it home.
The swarm crawls through the bushes, a creeping doom
they’re tiny, they’re many, they are Lustria’s boon
they hear you, they sense you, you’ve entered their homes
they’ll bite you, they’ll eat you, deep down to your bones.
Did you think it was safe the river by day
a sudden stream of fire has melt you away
you’ve met the salamanders, to water they belong
consider yourself lucky, you didn’t last for long.
They travel in packs, they move like a flood
with claws and with teeth, they’re out for your blood
no way you can hide, your smell is their guide
they are named the cold ones, we ride’em with pride.
A thunderous bulk that can tear down trees
not hunger for blood, but branches and leaves
is a Stegadon peaceful? yes that is true
but be wary of horns, they’ll just pierce you through.
It’s a titan made flesh, a God in lizard form
its bite can shatter rocks, its roar a sudden storm
an overwhelming terror, the last thing you will feel
cause only a Slann bends a Dread Saurian’s will.
You’ve met our pets, your life now is gone
you call Lustria hell, we just call it home.
In the Port of Skeggi (translated from Joaquin le Brel)
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who sings,
Of the treasure he brings, from the temple cities,
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who sleeps,
As the lizardman creeps, between the twisted trees.
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who dies,
Full of darts, full of cries, in a surprised jungle flight.
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who’s forlorn,
All haggard and drawn, in the suns blood red light
In the Port of Skeggi, where the sailors all meet,
There’s a captain who eats only fish heads and tails
And he’ll show you the stump of a limb lost too soon,
With stories of scales, and serpents that could swallow the moon
And he yells to his men with his arm held wide
“Hey! Bring me more fish, put it down by my side!”
And he so wishes for the lost Norscan skies
But is stuck in Skeggi till the day that he dies
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks, and he drinks once again
He’ll drink to the adventurers of the Port of Skeggi
Who sell their sorry lives in jungles deadly
Yes they’ve thrown their souls for Old One gold
And bare their necks till the last head has rolled
Yet, he remarks that it was their own doing:
“Only a fool seeks the dreams that soon turn to ruin!”
In the Port of Skeggi
In the Port of Skeggi
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who sings,
Of the treasure he brings, from the temple cities,
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who sleeps,
As the lizardman creeps, between the twisted trees.
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who dies,
Full of darts, full of cries, in a surprised jungle flight.
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who’s forlorn,
All haggard and drawn, in the suns blood red light
In the Port of Skeggi, where the sailors all meet,
There’s a captain who eats only fish heads and tails
And he’ll show you the stump of a limb lost too soon,
With stories of scales, and serpents that could swallow the moon
And he yells to his men with his arm held wide
“Hey! Bring me more fish, put it down by my side!”
And he so wishes for the lost Norscan skies
But is stuck in Skeggi till the day that he dies
In the Port of Skeggi, there’s a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks, and he drinks once again
He’ll drink to the adventurers of the Port of Skeggi
Who sell their sorry lives in jungles deadly
Yes they’ve thrown their souls for Old One gold
And bare their necks till the last head has rolled
Yet, he remarks that it was their own doing:
“Only a fool seeks the dreams that soon turn to ruin!”
In the Port of Skeggi
In the Port of Skeggi
Speechless
If the glistening coasts of Lustria could tell a story.
They spoke of visitors longing for endless possibilities
in a new land without laws, but with treasures galore,
of inhabitants defending their turf with honor and glory
keeping warmbloods from reaching their Temple-Cities,
But still the waves crush upon a speechless shore.
If the glistening coasts of Lustria could tell a story.
They spoke of visitors longing for endless possibilities
in a new land without laws, but with treasures galore,
of inhabitants defending their turf with honor and glory
keeping warmbloods from reaching their Temple-Cities,
But still the waves crush upon a speechless shore.
LORDS OF SPACE AND TIME
We are here, and we watch
the chaos and our brothers, a battle too far
there, in the distance
we are denied our fate.
We are no more here, and we are blind
A maelstrom of vertigo, the battle is near
at charge distance
we are gifted our fate.
We are here, and we watch
the chaos and our brothers, a battle too far
there, in the distance
we are denied our fate.
We are no more here, and we are blind
A maelstrom of vertigo, the battle is near
at charge distance
we are gifted our fate.
The New World
Buried within the Jungle deep
rise Temple-cities great and strong:
Barracks, statues and ziggurats towering,
age-old civilizations now long gone.
Trespassing warmbloods scouring,
gold and treasure is what they seek.
Buried within the Jungle deep
rise Temple-cities great and strong:
Barracks, statues and ziggurats towering,
age-old civilizations now long gone.
Trespassing warmbloods scouring,
gold and treasure is what they seek.
Cold Blood
The wave of bodies forges forward, their scales glinting in reflected firelight.
The fire flames hot, but their blood is cold.
The wave crashes over the foe, muscles burn and teeth are bared.
The purpose burns within, but their blood is cold.
He sees his brethren fall, their cries of pain lancing through him like forked lightning.
The loss sears him, but his blood is cold.
Roaring defiance, he tries to reach his brothers, his muscles smouldering from within.
The purpose strong, but his blood is cold.
He falls, the adversaries blows overwhelming him, even as his draws their life.
Their blood is hot, but his is cold.
Will not yet extinguished, he forces his arms to push himself upwards towards the fight but the strength is gone.
His blood is spilt and his spirit cold.
The wave of bodies forges forward, their scales glinting in reflected firelight.
The fire flames hot, but their blood is cold.
The wave crashes over the foe, muscles burn and teeth are bared.
The purpose burns within, but their blood is cold.
He sees his brethren fall, their cries of pain lancing through him like forked lightning.
The loss sears him, but his blood is cold.
Roaring defiance, he tries to reach his brothers, his muscles smouldering from within.
The purpose strong, but his blood is cold.
He falls, the adversaries blows overwhelming him, even as his draws their life.
Their blood is hot, but his is cold.
Will not yet extinguished, he forces his arms to push himself upwards towards the fight but the strength is gone.
His blood is spilt and his spirit cold.
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) The final couplet isn’t really a true rhyme, but this feels like a mild complaint for an otherwise fantastic piece.
