kampongchicken Posted December 17, 2011 Share Posted December 17, 2011 (edited) Hi, folks! Work stress makes me spout poetry for no rhyme or reason (an occupational hazard) and end up writing D-grade spoof poems/lyrics once I get home. I’ve had a lot these past few weeks, so I’m unloading a couple here. Sorry for the weak poetry-fu … I write not out of inspiration, but pathological desperation. The earlier (linked) poem – ‘Twas the Night before SWTOR – was posted in instalments BWF (Before Wiping of Forums). It probably doesn’t qualify as fanfic, but I guess it’s what CommunitySupport calls “writing related to the game”. Slightly edited since. This later one is much less funny, and I’m speculating on Revan’s origins here. Bouquets, brickbats etc. are all welcome, but mostly I just wanna know who should be my next victim. Coleridge, perhaps? Poe? The Bee Gees? 'Twas the Night before SWTOR Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came * * * * * Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came apologies to Browning Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi came His Master, for she had so longtime been In years of training, planted, sight-unseen An echo swirling through the Force, a flame She fanned, as soon was writ into his name A baleful, silent vengeance all could glean Tenebrous were the distant machinations Eldritch powers patiently would create From subtle ichor did the hands of Fate Sculpt tender flesh and blood for animation And in the shadows silent acclamation From muted voices wont to vitiate For knowledge his thirst insatiable Upon his elders soon did leave its mark Before the firestorm, first came the spark Of learning where he proved too quick, too able – In grasping magics most unmentionable Passing thus was he twixt the light and dark Knights, not truly tested, from the mint Their titles won from missions near and far And yet Fate’s door fatefully left ajar To shew an end besmirched with crimson tint And lo, beheld Revan, ere he could squint – A power grave enough to forge a star! Her quaint conundrums they prepared him not To answer now to blood’s impassioned call For intervention now, or not at all To save the centre from the hidden rot, That crept through skin, but which the heart forgot For blinded was the Council by light’s thrall The messenger’s mantle he thus put on And to his pleas his comrades now held fast Yet time passed little, ere the die was cast: A thronging surge of souls rushed in from yon Besetting him from all sides and anon – Nightmare vision of a massacre past! As gears of war, the grinding wheel of fate Had turned their faith to faithfulness asunder The hunted saved, so now becomes the hunter No Council’s cold degree this could negate By Fortune’s motions that were set of late The knight untested now to test must wander Within his hands he held the masked confession Of secrets whispered far beyond the Rim That thus, his woeful heart filled to the brim, Sought he the way to leave his dark profession And face a deeper, darker still, oppression That called him home to grues and fates more grim Loyalty – this much he still commanded As legions came before him all arrayed Through hollow hopes and soldiers’ vows betrayed For though blood-letting seemingly had ended A menace new had called, from stars uncharted, Into the depths of Revan’s dreams it weighed The armies sojourning past stars too distant Bloodlines, loved ones, past lives, left far behind To boldly seek what angels feared to find: The brooding source of darkness too persistent That drew him ever closer, and, that instant Feverish echoes raged into his mind The noise of war was everywhere! it tolled Increasing like a bell. Names in his ears Of all the lost adventurers his peers,— How such a one was strong, and such was bold, And such was fortunate, yet each of old Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. Force Ghosts arrayed along the hillsides, met To view the last of him, a living frame For one more picture! in a sheet of flame He saw them and he knew them all. And yet Unmoved was he, the Master’s mission set, As Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi came. Edited December 17, 2011 by kampongchicken Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gunslinger Posted December 17, 2011 Share Posted December 17, 2011 a draught of earlier, happier times... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kampongchicken Posted December 19, 2011 Author Share Posted December 19, 2011 a draught of earlier, happier times... ... from which the SW universe has since moved on. And so we continue with our online ka-tets Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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