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A Poem by Woshonkai: Castles and Dungeons Castles and dungeons, maidens and knights Long crusades and dark fights Swords and spears, cudgels and maces Forged and used in many places Dragons and witches, warlocks and mages Have been living for many ages Forest and valley, dune and shore Will live to see ages more A Poem by Woshonkai: Atop the Dragon Soaring through the clear blue sky Above the mountains way up high The world below for my eye Atop the Dragon I fly. Flying through the dark of night The moons pale glow shine so bright Stars above we reach for height Atop the Dragon in flight. Morning light dawns pale and true Soon to light the sky so blue The end was nearing I knew Atop the Dragon I flew. Rest on ground, I say goodbye Try my hardest not to cry We fly again you and I Atop Dragon I will fly. A Poem by Woshonkai: Darkness Primordial darkness rising from the depths. Mighty god's of war seaking human flesh. Darkness spreading quickly, covering sea and land. Mortal weeping everywhere, no aid from thought or act. Land covered with blood, corpses decorate my path. My boots soaken with mud, I see my land in flames. God's of what are these, who wreck are spread their wrath. I see no light in this this, this battle of old and new. I take my sword and vow, to a god more old than these. I sacrifice my freedom, to serve without regret. In the inferno that surrounds me, I feel no flame nor heat. Shall the darken angels guide me, In the name of God I slay. Oh, rise my voice higher, let it be heard. Take me for thy champion, and let me slay as thee. Give me thy eternal darkness, to spread thy holy seed. A Poem by Eynsu: The Call of the Warrior Battles fought and won, blood spilt under the sun. You stand in the warrior's eyes, anything he touches dies. His stare pierces your soul. Time to lie in a worm filled hole. The blade is eased into your chest, the last thing you see is a buzzard's nest The warrior, he knows no fear. So forget the rumors that you hear. The warrior knows only honor and pride, watch for a dagger in your side. The only satisfaction for his bloodlust, is a swift but true blade thrust. This poem is done, and now I am through. Watch your back, for the warrior is coming for you. |
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