Mirdthestrill Posted July 19, 2012 Share Posted July 19, 2012 I occasionally write poetry, and the other day I was lacking inspiration...so I figured I'd create some TOR stuff. Any and all criticism is appreciated. I also take subject requests, because I normally don't start writing unless I have an idea in mind. Deceived (Originally in other topic) The shadow stood upon the stairs Vengeance held in human form Silently he sped along An omen of the coming storm The door he reached, and there was stopped The guards would keep him from his goal The saber flashed, the crimson fang Destroying life, consuming soul The empty hall he entered then The red death stilled and put away He knew his foes awaited him But where and when, he could not say From the darkness leapt a man A knight of order old and great Yet confidence the shadow had Pride in unrelenting fate As the knight faced down his doom Through the door he saw a blur A flicker from his vision’s edge The end of hope began to stir Blasting like a cannon shot As transport crashed, defenses fell From one red tree a forest grew The day descended into hell The end of tale you all must know How city fell to lightless foe How warships blotted out the sun How Malgus fought, and duel was won. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mirdthestrill Posted July 19, 2012 Author Share Posted July 19, 2012 (edited) Terentatek Never whispered, never heard Never named by mortal man Hunter, stalker, lord of night Greatest of an ancient clan Wretched creatures, monsters, beasts This one king of their domain Drawn from blood’s consuming rage Man’s destroyer, Jedi’s bane Sadow’s twisted warrior Alchemy’s achievement grand Abandoned when his master died Left to roam the empty land Now released, but unsustained Taking who and what he could Hunter hunted by its prey Abandoning the plains and wood Forced into the shadowed depths The trackers would not find him here Refuge there, away from light Now to dwell in myth and fear Then it slept, and then it dreamed Of elder days when it was young Still fresh in battle, power great When of war the wind still sung Soon it did not dream at all From this foe it could not run Claimed at last by Time and Death Far below the shining sun Edited July 19, 2012 by Mirdthestrill Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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