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Winter 2022/2023 Poetry Contest has begun. We only have fivepoems and you only get ONE vote, 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.
Skin to bone
I thought I found a way out,
I evaded capture up to now.
But I don’t know how
I can’t keep running flat out
I hope someday I make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can’t find one near
Want to stay alive, but all that drives me is fear
Running through the Jungle
Looking for a better place
Fighting an internal struggle
A voice in my headspace
‘We will tear you skin to bone,
If you do not return our sacred stone!’
I thought I found a way out,
I evaded capture up to now.
But I don’t know how
I can’t keep running flat out
I hope someday I make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can’t find one near
Want to stay alive, but all that drives me is fear
Running through the Jungle
Looking for a better place
Fighting an internal struggle
A voice in my headspace
‘We will tear you skin to bone,
If you do not return our sacred stone!’
“WHAT’S THIS? – Nightmare Before Sotek”
What's this?
What's this?
There's blood everywhere
What's this?
There's ashes in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Kweek, this isn't fair
What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's lizards singing songs
What's this?
Everybody seems so happy
Why am I tied so stiffy?
What's this?
What's this?
There are lizards throwing heads
taken from the piles of dead
There's a glyph on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
the offering altar
What's this?
They're hanging rats’ furs
While Tehenhauin tells a story
Roasting skavens on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
There's nothing underneath
No bells here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little lizard things
Secure inside their land
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The scent of fear is missing
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of burned flesh
Is absolutely everywhere
This fire is filling me
I want it, oh, I want it for my own
I'm going to know
I'm going to know
What is this Sotek that I will meet.
What's this?
What's this?
There's blood everywhere
What's this?
There's ashes in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Kweek, this isn't fair
What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's lizards singing songs
What's this?
Everybody seems so happy
Why am I tied so stiffy?
What's this?
What's this?
There are lizards throwing heads
taken from the piles of dead
There's a glyph on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
the offering altar
What's this?
They're hanging rats’ furs
While Tehenhauin tells a story
Roasting skavens on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
There's nothing underneath
No bells here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little lizard things
Secure inside their land
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The scent of fear is missing
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of burned flesh
Is absolutely everywhere
This fire is filling me
I want it, oh, I want it for my own
I'm going to know
I'm going to know
What is this Sotek that I will meet.
"The Sentinel in the South"
Beneath shattered gate of ancient make
Stands a statue cursed by the world’s fate
Frost rimes its scarred scaled hide
Slow heartbeat thumps in time to bide
It has stood since the polar gates fell
In the South against a daemonic hell
A final command from masters now lost
Patient and loyal caring not of cost
Beastmen with fur glittering white
Used to come here to glorious fight
The statue would move, and slay, and crush
‘Til ground was turned to bloody slush
No more do they come for war
And the statue waits ever more
For one day the green moon shall fall
A horde of darkness shall come to maul
The world will be lost in shadow and flames
But for the ancient Saurus, it’s duty remains
Frozen muscles will warm and fangs will bare
And slay what emerges from the Chaotic tear
Beneath shattered gate of ancient make
Stands a statue cursed by the world’s fate
Frost rimes its scarred scaled hide
Slow heartbeat thumps in time to bide
It has stood since the polar gates fell
In the South against a daemonic hell
A final command from masters now lost
Patient and loyal caring not of cost
Beastmen with fur glittering white
Used to come here to glorious fight
The statue would move, and slay, and crush
‘Til ground was turned to bloody slush
No more do they come for war
And the statue waits ever more
For one day the green moon shall fall
A horde of darkness shall come to maul
The world will be lost in shadow and flames
But for the ancient Saurus, it’s duty remains
Frozen muscles will warm and fangs will bare
And slay what emerges from the Chaotic tear
"Unyielding"
The jungle is filled with trees old and strong
Their roots thick and branches long
They have seen and withstood it all
Heard the Saurian roar and Skinks call
Time has passed, yet here it stood still
Cities obscured, overgrown by vegetation
Ancient artifacts, slumbering in the heart of a nation
Protected by Slann and there unbending will
A calling from days gone,
a plan they will not stray from,
dedicated to a single purpose:
Rooting out every piece of Chaos.
The jungle is filled with trees old and strong
Their roots thick and branches long
They have seen and withstood it all
Heard the Saurian roar and Skinks call
Time has passed, yet here it stood still
Cities obscured, overgrown by vegetation
Ancient artifacts, slumbering in the heart of a nation
Protected by Slann and there unbending will
A calling from days gone,
a plan they will not stray from,
dedicated to a single purpose:
Rooting out every piece of Chaos.
"Song of the Old Ones, Kroxigor Chapter"
Praise be the Old Ones and all that they form
Fourth of the First, stand mighty Kroxigor
Tall as a mountain, as strong as a storm
Industrious, loyal and strong and so much more
In peacetime the burdens of labor, their shoulders will bear
Spawned among Skinks, Kroxigor protect the small
In wartime, the flesh of their enemies, their claws will tear.
Among all First, Kroxigor stand mighty and tall
Simple of mind, they completely focus on every task
Enduring and strong, eager to work
In peace or war, they do what the Skinks ask
No deed is too great or small, their duty they never shirk
Against their foes, a Kroxigor never yields
For their friends, Kroxigor are living shields
Praise be the Old Ones and all that they form
Fourth of the First, stand mighty Kroxigor
Tall as a mountain, as strong as a storm
Industrious, loyal and strong and so much more
In peacetime the burdens of labor, their shoulders will bear
Spawned among Skinks, Kroxigor protect the small
In wartime, the flesh of their enemies, their claws will tear.
Among all First, Kroxigor stand mighty and tall
Simple of mind, they completely focus on every task
Enduring and strong, eager to work
In peace or war, they do what the Skinks ask
No deed is too great or small, their duty they never shirk
Against their foes, a Kroxigor never yields
For their friends, Kroxigor are living shields