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"Huebald and his Skewbald"
There was a cowhand called Huebald,
Who rode a mangy old skewbald,
He was arrested by a Sheriff Rango,
For stealing a mango,
And sat in the cell for so long he grew bald!
There was a cowhand called Huebald,
Who rode a mangy old skewbald,
He was arrested by a Sheriff Rango,
For stealing a mango,
And sat in the cell for so long he grew bald!
"A Lake and a Kroxigor"
Death drawn in the air
So many returned not
Thoughts heavy everywhere
And I’m afraid to die
Life written in the water
Memories swimming and sinking
Legs locked; muscles deterred
And I’m afraid to live
Death drawn in the air
So many returned not
Thoughts heavy everywhere
And I’m afraid to die
Life written in the water
Memories swimming and sinking
Legs locked; muscles deterred
And I’m afraid to live
"Within the Spawning Pool"
In the beginning, nothing. Blackness abounds.
Then a feeling, sensation. Chaos surrounds.
A spark of life, increasing. Spirit ignites.
Striving for the surface now. Purpose to fight.
Surface broken, form revealed. Majestic form.
Knowing it's destiny now. A legend born.
In the beginning, nothing. Blackness abounds.
Then a feeling, sensation. Chaos surrounds.
A spark of life, increasing. Spirit ignites.
Striving for the surface now. Purpose to fight.
Surface broken, form revealed. Majestic form.
Knowing it's destiny now. A legend born.
"Scales Upon Scales Upon Scales"
Sharp to the touch, blue washed with grey
jagged and rough, scales upon scales
Pierced by metals, jewels and gold
scales upon scales, centuries old
Bled by spears and cut by blades,
Unknowing of fear, scales upon scales
A soldier, commander, a brother and son
scales upon scales, victory hard won
Scales upon scales, holding back chaos' flood
No tears are shed for the fallen, just blood
Sharp to the touch, blue washed with grey
jagged and rough, scales upon scales
Pierced by metals, jewels and gold
scales upon scales, centuries old
Bled by spears and cut by blades,
Unknowing of fear, scales upon scales
A soldier, commander, a brother and son
scales upon scales, victory hard won
Scales upon scales, holding back chaos' flood
No tears are shed for the fallen, just blood
"The Coming of the Old Ones"
In the stars lies great Ziggurats of stone.
And under their watching eye, every realm will be their own.
This ancient people from days of old.
Now dwell in the stars, the dark, endless, cold.
They came from beyond this land.
And were sent by the Old Ones for one Great Plan.
And unto them we shall swear our allegiance.
For when the Old Ones come, they will avenge every grievance.
They will emerge forth from the swirling heavens.
And all evil will fall before their servants weapons.
And our tribe may be exalted for our service to our Lords.
And amidst the Saurians we may stand as their faithful wards.
With ancient devices forged from the Primordial matter.
And none shall live against the Saurians wrath which makes blood spatter.
And that is why our ancestors told us "Obey the Saurian Masters".
For when the Old Ones wrath is here we will be the only ones with laughter.
In the stars lies great Ziggurats of stone.
And under their watching eye, every realm will be their own.
This ancient people from days of old.
Now dwell in the stars, the dark, endless, cold.
They came from beyond this land.
And were sent by the Old Ones for one Great Plan.
And unto them we shall swear our allegiance.
For when the Old Ones come, they will avenge every grievance.
They will emerge forth from the swirling heavens.
And all evil will fall before their servants weapons.
And our tribe may be exalted for our service to our Lords.
And amidst the Saurians we may stand as their faithful wards.
With ancient devices forged from the Primordial matter.
And none shall live against the Saurians wrath which makes blood spatter.
And that is why our ancestors told us "Obey the Saurian Masters".
For when the Old Ones wrath is here we will be the only ones with laughter.
"Ignorance is (b)less"
Please tell me , if you know,
where and how did our specie grow,
where did we first see the sun,
before we were what we have become?
Tell me of a time, of a place,
before this void and endless space,
of that one World-that-was
of our ancestors and their cause.
Tell me about the Old ones again,
about their creations and Great plan.
Is there still a plan after our fall?
And where do I fit in this all?
- Unknown wonderer –
Please tell me , if you know,
where and how did our specie grow,
where did we first see the sun,
before we were what we have become?
Tell me of a time, of a place,
before this void and endless space,
of that one World-that-was
of our ancestors and their cause.
Tell me about the Old ones again,
about their creations and Great plan.
Is there still a plan after our fall?
And where do I fit in this all?
- Unknown wonderer –
"The Myth of Oldhammer"
I often wonder of a time, of a place,
of that one World-that-was,
before this void and endless space,
of our ancestors and their cause.
I often wonder can we get back,
would it be worth the cost,
would it thrive or would it lack
and just be a paradox?
I often wonder…
can we once more fight for the Great plan,
but would it be a blunder
or would it make us great again?
- old soul -
I often wonder of a time, of a place,
of that one World-that-was,
before this void and endless space,
of our ancestors and their cause.
I often wonder can we get back,
would it be worth the cost,
would it thrive or would it lack
and just be a paradox?
I often wonder…
can we once more fight for the Great plan,
but would it be a blunder
or would it make us great again?
- old soul -
"Jungle’s struggle"
Daylight is fading fast,
the jungle prepares for the night,
nearly in sight, since the day has past.
Nocturnal life awakens and thrives,
the predators staring their hunt.
You can hear them grunt, run for your lives!
Worse than the grunters
are the silent hunters,
the ones that never growl
nor grunt or roar or howl.
Moving through this jungle,
thick and vast, it will last and last.
An endless struggle,
knowing you can go back now, alive
or move on in search of gold
and whatever may unfold
you know you won’t survive.
Daylight is fading fast,
the jungle prepares for the night,
nearly in sight, since the day has past.
Nocturnal life awakens and thrives,
the predators staring their hunt.
You can hear them grunt, run for your lives!
Worse than the grunters
are the silent hunters,
the ones that never growl
nor grunt or roar or howl.
Moving through this jungle,
thick and vast, it will last and last.
An endless struggle,
knowing you can go back now, alive
or move on in search of gold
and whatever may unfold
you know you won’t survive.
"The Prophet's Call to Arms"
"What are the fangs that bite, what weapons will strike through this scaly skin?
Children of Sotek, you cannot say, or guess, for your eyes have not seen the truth, where the pest beats, and the dead trees give no shelter, the venomous vermin swarms.
Only there is hope in this Sacred plaque.
(Come and hear what is on this Sacred plaque) And I will show you something different from either strength in battle shown countless times or cunning strategy to out smart the wise; I will show you a savior who will reclaim our lands!"
- Tenehauin -
"What are the fangs that bite, what weapons will strike through this scaly skin?
Children of Sotek, you cannot say, or guess, for your eyes have not seen the truth, where the pest beats, and the dead trees give no shelter, the venomous vermin swarms.
Only there is hope in this Sacred plaque.
(Come and hear what is on this Sacred plaque) And I will show you something different from either strength in battle shown countless times or cunning strategy to out smart the wise; I will show you a savior who will reclaim our lands!"
- Tenehauin -
"Squeaky the Skaven’s Adventure"
There was a young Skaven called Squeaky,
Who was looking a little peaky.
He was sent to the jungle,
A quest he did bungle,
For a Skink shot him in the back.
There was a young Skaven called Squeaky,
Who was looking a little peaky.
He was sent to the jungle,
A quest he did bungle,
For a Skink shot him in the back.
"In the Mind of a Kroxigor"
Pretty little skinkies, running all around,
Pretty little skinkies making lots of sounds,
What's that little skinky? Fighting does abound?
Dwarves go squish,
Elves go snap,
Humans splat,
Just like that
Someone touch a skinkie, will get ripped apart,
Rip off their heads and die, wasn't very smart,
What's that little skinkie? Fight another part?
Rats go squeak,
Chaos go crack,
Beastmen whine,
Break their backs,
YOU HURT PRETTY SKINKIE?!?!?
RIP, TEAR, POUND, BITE, STOMP
YOU HURT PRETTY SKINKIE?!?!?
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, CHOMP
Pretty little skinkie, turns out he's okay,
Pretty little skinkie, let's go back and play.
Pretty little skinkies, running all around,
Pretty little skinkies making lots of sounds,
What's that little skinky? Fighting does abound?
Dwarves go squish,
Elves go snap,
Humans splat,
Just like that
Someone touch a skinkie, will get ripped apart,
Rip off their heads and die, wasn't very smart,
What's that little skinkie? Fight another part?
Rats go squeak,
Chaos go crack,
Beastmen whine,
Break their backs,
YOU HURT PRETTY SKINKIE?!?!?
RIP, TEAR, POUND, BITE, STOMP
YOU HURT PRETTY SKINKIE?!?!?
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, CHOMP
Pretty little skinkie, turns out he's okay,
Pretty little skinkie, let's go back and play.
"Hewn of Stone"
Here stands a soldier hewn of stone
In his hand holds a blade, his head crowned with bone
Before him a city, awakening soon
But he stands watch beneath the crescent moon
The others they fight in battles afar
He's the temple's protector, her watchman and guard
He stands here unflinching, cold and alone
He is a warrior hewn of stone
Here stands a soldier hewn of stone
In his hand holds a blade, his head crowned with bone
Before him a city, awakening soon
But he stands watch beneath the crescent moon
The others they fight in battles afar
He's the temple's protector, her watchman and guard
He stands here unflinching, cold and alone
He is a warrior hewn of stone
We have twelve lovely poems! That is a lot of poems but none of them are super long, so take your time. I recommend you read them slowly, perhaps several times, maybe once out loud before voting. Voting will remain open for twenty days.
Discussion and constructive criticism is encouraged! So are smart remarks, within reason.
Only one untitled poem I had to make up a name for. Huzzah.
If there are any other typos or anything you want me to fix or change, send me a private message and I will fix it ASAP.
. Nice work everyone!
just wish we could get some more people to read and vote somehow...