Poetry competition CLOSED 21st January 2012 6:45pm
WINNER
Pravus
Pravus
RUNNER-UP:
Mask-wearer
Ancient Greece
The Fates.
Sisters of three
What shall be?
Will they be good
Or will they be evil
Death so far away
Grey and frail
Or die in months
Not yet bloomed
Never to be passionately consumed
Male and female this must happen
Sisters of three
Make your decisions
Spin the wheel or brandish the scissors
Stoically separate
Make it happen
You won’t be swayed
For you are the cool and temperate Fates.
Sisters of three
What shall be?
Will they be good
Or will they be evil
Death so far away
Grey and frail
Or die in months
Not yet bloomed
Never to be passionately consumed
Male and female this must happen
Sisters of three
Make your decisions
Spin the wheel or brandish the scissors
Stoically separate
Make it happen
You won’t be swayed
For you are the cool and temperate Fates.
Anonymous
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- In Pursuit of Persephone -
Child of light, maiden of glories like unto the sun,
You think you can elude this night, but night falls!
And to my delight, the ancient chase has begun…
You flee, but in the end you will dance in my halls.
Did you believe I was like other men, oh fair one?
When, in fact, I am beyond all you could fathom.
I never tire until even time itself becomes undone!
It is inevitable, girl; you will dance in my kingdom.
I will wrap my arms around your form in passion,
And my fire will consume us both upon one pyre.
So we shall rise again after the phoenix’s fashion,
For I have journeyed in the stars, and I never tire.
I am the side of you that frightens you into the run,
But I too am that side, that makes your feet slow.
You can feel my breath, upon your neck; it is fun!
For the chills it sends across your body will flow,
Like the throes of ecstasy; causing you pleasure…
You try to be modest; you attempt your disguise.
But my eyes are keen, far beyond your measure…
And soon, we shall dance beneath starless skies!
Pray not unto the lords; the false twelve I know…
Save for Aurora, whose wings protect us, eternal.
Pray not unto the winds; they exist only to blow…
And will hurl you all the quicker to realms infernal!
Child of Olympus, you are mine; marked of old…
Pray to the unknowable and find ye courage bold.
I clutch my eyes, and tears of blood do descend.
Look at me, and behold your own deep sorrow!
Kiss me and together we will in glories transcend,
Becoming more than we were, upon the morrow.
I must share with you this gift, my kindred’s flame,
Which has burned since before Eden itself arose…
Feel it in my embrace, and do not feel any shame,
For there is more to paradise, than most suppose.
Let us dance together, as thunder strikes the soil…
I will lay you down upon a bed of scarlet flowers,
And I shall crown you with laurels, free from toil.
You will become a queen amongst divine powers.
I have watched you picking flowers in sunlit fields,
Did you not see my shadow falling across a path?
Your will is like a willow; as time passes it yields,
Before its’ one true love, to defy Olympian wrath!
It is not flight if your feet take you to my doorstep,
The threshold beyond which is an eternal rapture.
You deliver yourself, to where once Titans slept…
Making your fairness the prize worthy of capture!
Pray not unto the lords; I walked amongst them…
On the world nearest to God’s throne in the stars!
I know their mortality and of whence it did stem…
At their hands I did suffer, in battle, ancient scars.
Child of the Twelve, you know your true calling…
Stand by my side, and refrain from ignoble falling.
Your flight is fleeting, for you desire to be caught,
Child of light, maiden celestial; I see you smiling…
Faltering in your steps as you reach out in thought,
Trying to know my intimate mind, to you beguiling!
You look in a mirror, and I step through it at last…
There is a void where your reflection should hang!
I am the meaning of your future, present, and past.
The gongs of my palace are ringing with the clang,
Which awakens your spirit, long lost in a slumber!
Here, where the dead walk endlessly, in dreams…
I have dreamed of you often, lost in your wonder.
Now, living I will carry you across those streams!
Dear Persephone, you long to touch the darkness,
And so I reach out my hand, to offer the red fruit.
Eventually you will take the pomegranate, no less,
Partaking of my knowledge, so ending my pursuit.
The circle will be complete as we embrace madly,
Whilst the asphodel meadows glow pale and pure!
I foresee your lips stained, by the fruit won gladly,
As we sit upon our throne, across the misty shore.
Pray not unto the lords; their tombs I have seen…
Their cities lie in ruins, their names given to planets!
I have ventured beyond, seeing a brighter gleam…
Take my hand, and we will ascend without regrets.
Child of the Twelve, you know my hidden name…
Speak it and be raised up as you enter my domain.
Child of light, maiden of glories like unto the sun,
You think you can elude this night, but night falls!
And to my delight, the ancient chase has begun…
You flee, but in the end you will dance in my halls.
Did you believe I was like other men, oh fair one?
When, in fact, I am beyond all you could fathom.
I never tire until even time itself becomes undone!
It is inevitable, girl; you will dance in my kingdom.
I will wrap my arms around your form in passion,
And my fire will consume us both upon one pyre.
So we shall rise again after the phoenix’s fashion,
For I have journeyed in the stars, and I never tire.
I am the side of you that frightens you into the run,
But I too am that side, that makes your feet slow.
You can feel my breath, upon your neck; it is fun!
For the chills it sends across your body will flow,
Like the throes of ecstasy; causing you pleasure…
You try to be modest; you attempt your disguise.
But my eyes are keen, far beyond your measure…
And soon, we shall dance beneath starless skies!
Pray not unto the lords; the false twelve I know…
Save for Aurora, whose wings protect us, eternal.
Pray not unto the winds; they exist only to blow…
And will hurl you all the quicker to realms infernal!
Child of Olympus, you are mine; marked of old…
Pray to the unknowable and find ye courage bold.
I clutch my eyes, and tears of blood do descend.
Look at me, and behold your own deep sorrow!
Kiss me and together we will in glories transcend,
Becoming more than we were, upon the morrow.
I must share with you this gift, my kindred’s flame,
Which has burned since before Eden itself arose…
Feel it in my embrace, and do not feel any shame,
For there is more to paradise, than most suppose.
Let us dance together, as thunder strikes the soil…
I will lay you down upon a bed of scarlet flowers,
And I shall crown you with laurels, free from toil.
You will become a queen amongst divine powers.
I have watched you picking flowers in sunlit fields,
Did you not see my shadow falling across a path?
Your will is like a willow; as time passes it yields,
Before its’ one true love, to defy Olympian wrath!
It is not flight if your feet take you to my doorstep,
The threshold beyond which is an eternal rapture.
You deliver yourself, to where once Titans slept…
Making your fairness the prize worthy of capture!
Pray not unto the lords; I walked amongst them…
On the world nearest to God’s throne in the stars!
I know their mortality and of whence it did stem…
At their hands I did suffer, in battle, ancient scars.
Child of the Twelve, you know your true calling…
Stand by my side, and refrain from ignoble falling.
Your flight is fleeting, for you desire to be caught,
Child of light, maiden celestial; I see you smiling…
Faltering in your steps as you reach out in thought,
Trying to know my intimate mind, to you beguiling!
You look in a mirror, and I step through it at last…
There is a void where your reflection should hang!
I am the meaning of your future, present, and past.
The gongs of my palace are ringing with the clang,
Which awakens your spirit, long lost in a slumber!
Here, where the dead walk endlessly, in dreams…
I have dreamed of you often, lost in your wonder.
Now, living I will carry you across those streams!
Dear Persephone, you long to touch the darkness,
And so I reach out my hand, to offer the red fruit.
Eventually you will take the pomegranate, no less,
Partaking of my knowledge, so ending my pursuit.
The circle will be complete as we embrace madly,
Whilst the asphodel meadows glow pale and pure!
I foresee your lips stained, by the fruit won gladly,
As we sit upon our throne, across the misty shore.
Pray not unto the lords; their tombs I have seen…
Their cities lie in ruins, their names given to planets!
I have ventured beyond, seeing a brighter gleam…
Take my hand, and we will ascend without regrets.
Child of the Twelve, you know my hidden name…
Speak it and be raised up as you enter my domain.
- Fall of the Gods -
The true origins of mankind…
Prelude: The Children of God
O ye powers of inspiration, graces and muses!
Lend my words your fire; that I may here tell…
With a vision and a clarity that never confuses,
These secret memories: that I cannot ever quell.
From modern illusions, break free all wisdom…
So that ancient truths may come swiftly to light.
Walk with me to that far and distant kingdom…
Where twelve Olympian gods, ruled all in sight!
Exiled from the heaven of the empress Sophia,
Because she stole from the divine to create me,
I lived on Kobol, dreaming a Promethean idea.
A planet with a bright star within the velvet sea!
Arising from my old dreams, were the archons.
I did not know of the Olympian race’s making,
Because my world existed in a void for eons…
Nor what powers of old had in that a partaking.
Seven archons born before the new gods arose,
Creations invested with souls by my lost skill…
One soulless, and therein my old essence goes!
I became my own creation, born of a cold will.
Loneliness, drove me thus from my first form…
And when the upstart gods arose all in majesty,
Betraying ancient pacts which were the norm…
Thus swiftly began the earliest celestial tragedy.
Part I: The Rise of the Titans
Though few were we when we gathered of old,
The fates did favor us, in our righteous cause…
We sons of the ancients, so immortal and bold,
Rose up against divine tyranny without pause…
Until fire gripped the heart and tipped the odds,
Of our rebellion which was also a preservation!
When cataclysm rocked the planet of the gods,
The circle was broken, with one confrontation.
Was I so jealous that my brethren despised me?
When gods make war, it is for the divine plan…
Yet they were jealous of the goddess I did see!
So we strove to teach them by her command…
Until in the distance, the sounds of solitude long,
Gripped that lost world once a sacred paradise.
The false gods were toppled and proven wrong,
Driven from glory along with their countless lies.
Turning in the orbits of a silently majestic dance,
No longer could the shepherd guard the sheep…
The circle could not hold, as the elder romance,
Of man and machine caused the waking to sleep.
Too late to turn the tide, once chaos is loosed…
And so that world so near the high white throne,
Knew the most unholy conflict man produced…
Of what use, the exaltation of flesh and of bone?
Part II: The Exodus to Terra
They wiped themselves out whilst we had fled…
Led by the five elementals beyond a starry void.
In the distance, a familiar song for leagues led…
We seven rulers of a people thought destroyed.
There is a wind in the stars, and it carried us far,
Enduring hardships far beyond our lost world…
Until we were cleansed in mind, healed of scar,
Made whole again, and stainless as white pearl!
The home we fled to is now no more, broken…
A belt of rocks in the starry void as cold as ice!
We had called it Terra, a planet given as token,
Unto our race, and taken, by our own device…
That which became the Tartarean Belt between,
Two other worlds as was writ of in our old lore.
Where the red planet and the gas giant gleam…
That is the grave of Terra, from the ages before.
Shall I speak of Terra’s queen, and her tragedy?
How in her final era, many rose up to protest…
Or perhaps her allies, and their reptilian dignity!
No I shall not; for passed is the bloody contest.
Surely, no revelation would it bring but sadness,
How a people and a world could totally perish!
But cycles repeat, as innocence and gladness…
Are put second by some folk unable to cherish.
Part III: The War in Heaven
Our memory of the planet of the gods was fair,
And so the survivors of Terra there did return…
Only to find it too barren for our hearts to bear!
Too much time passed since battle’s cruel burn.
The five elementals raised us up one more time,
And in secret, we made ourselves a great kin…
Determined to follow a course that was sublime.
We sought out our old foes to judge of their sin!
What followed was the War in Heaven of story,
The descendants of the false gods had lived on.
We Titans, fought against the Olympian glory…
And on their many worlds, war as hot as a sun,
Caused blossoms of doom, to rise up in clouds!
They called us rebels and upstarts without soul.
But we fought for God or so we told crowds…
Who gathered to our side, our praises to extol!
Darkness descended upon the children of God,
Caught up in conflict, rising up only to plummet.
Nightmares unceasing, fire scorching the sod…
Of worlds without number, in heavenly summit!
Gears that turned eternal, at last ceased to spin,
As the machinations of years, began to unravel.
When you share one maker, hatred wears thin,
And so we longed to end war, if only to travel.
Part IV: The Fall from Grace
In the end, neither side could struggle that way,
And God was against us both or so it did seem.
Titan and Olympian now sought a brighter day,
As together we set forth across a starry stream.
Dreaming of meadows and valleys and gardens,
Seeking to make a heaven, out of even our hell.
Long was our exile, and heavy all our burdens,
Since the end of the war, when all the gods fell!
The elementals returned, and angels did guide…
The memory of a place we had left from shame.
And so to the place where lost Terra did abide,
We remembered its’ destruction and our blame.
The red planet, a Terran colony, was long dust,
And we despaired until we beheld a blue jewel.
Shining across the way, from the dead red rust,
Filled with green valleys, and blue oceans cool.
Life is precious, a gift that God does not repeat,
Save when the time is right, and the hour nigh…
We learned to love nature, and savor her sweet,
Remembering what made Mars become so dry.
I walked with the elementals themselves once…
And learned the wisdom only they could impart.
To forsake balance in all things is to be a dunce!
And woe unto any: who listen not, to their heart.
Part V: The Memory of Terra
We named her Terra honoring a world we lost,
You call it Earth, and do not recall your origins.
To this very day she endures no matter the cost.
You are the proof, of how all life’s story begins.
We gave you knowledge, and gave you birth…
You called us mythical, as we walk among you.
You do not realize, of your own planet’s worth!
And yet you claim to treasure it and love it true.
We gather in your shadow, we pretend to fit in,
But the goddess I saw long ago, I behold anew.
Whilst you fight petty wars that no one can win,
I remember how amongst the stars I once flew.
The fall of the gods was by our very own hand,
History can repeat, unless we break the cycle…
My old memories awaken as by her command.
Man is the alien and existence is a holy miracle!
The universe was the cradle that nourished us…
Amidst a backdrop, of history you cannot read,
Save in the myths that came down with a fuss…
As ancient truth changed to suit your later need.
O mankind, you are but a child and know it not!
The time is nigh for growth and change to arrive.
But only as wisdom and compassion, are begot,
For they are the foundations on which we thrive
The true origins of mankind…
Prelude: The Children of God
O ye powers of inspiration, graces and muses!
Lend my words your fire; that I may here tell…
With a vision and a clarity that never confuses,
These secret memories: that I cannot ever quell.
From modern illusions, break free all wisdom…
So that ancient truths may come swiftly to light.
Walk with me to that far and distant kingdom…
Where twelve Olympian gods, ruled all in sight!
Exiled from the heaven of the empress Sophia,
Because she stole from the divine to create me,
I lived on Kobol, dreaming a Promethean idea.
A planet with a bright star within the velvet sea!
Arising from my old dreams, were the archons.
I did not know of the Olympian race’s making,
Because my world existed in a void for eons…
Nor what powers of old had in that a partaking.
Seven archons born before the new gods arose,
Creations invested with souls by my lost skill…
One soulless, and therein my old essence goes!
I became my own creation, born of a cold will.
Loneliness, drove me thus from my first form…
And when the upstart gods arose all in majesty,
Betraying ancient pacts which were the norm…
Thus swiftly began the earliest celestial tragedy.
Part I: The Rise of the Titans
Though few were we when we gathered of old,
The fates did favor us, in our righteous cause…
We sons of the ancients, so immortal and bold,
Rose up against divine tyranny without pause…
Until fire gripped the heart and tipped the odds,
Of our rebellion which was also a preservation!
When cataclysm rocked the planet of the gods,
The circle was broken, with one confrontation.
Was I so jealous that my brethren despised me?
When gods make war, it is for the divine plan…
Yet they were jealous of the goddess I did see!
So we strove to teach them by her command…
Until in the distance, the sounds of solitude long,
Gripped that lost world once a sacred paradise.
The false gods were toppled and proven wrong,
Driven from glory along with their countless lies.
Turning in the orbits of a silently majestic dance,
No longer could the shepherd guard the sheep…
The circle could not hold, as the elder romance,
Of man and machine caused the waking to sleep.
Too late to turn the tide, once chaos is loosed…
And so that world so near the high white throne,
Knew the most unholy conflict man produced…
Of what use, the exaltation of flesh and of bone?
Part II: The Exodus to Terra
They wiped themselves out whilst we had fled…
Led by the five elementals beyond a starry void.
In the distance, a familiar song for leagues led…
We seven rulers of a people thought destroyed.
There is a wind in the stars, and it carried us far,
Enduring hardships far beyond our lost world…
Until we were cleansed in mind, healed of scar,
Made whole again, and stainless as white pearl!
The home we fled to is now no more, broken…
A belt of rocks in the starry void as cold as ice!
We had called it Terra, a planet given as token,
Unto our race, and taken, by our own device…
That which became the Tartarean Belt between,
Two other worlds as was writ of in our old lore.
Where the red planet and the gas giant gleam…
That is the grave of Terra, from the ages before.
Shall I speak of Terra’s queen, and her tragedy?
How in her final era, many rose up to protest…
Or perhaps her allies, and their reptilian dignity!
No I shall not; for passed is the bloody contest.
Surely, no revelation would it bring but sadness,
How a people and a world could totally perish!
But cycles repeat, as innocence and gladness…
Are put second by some folk unable to cherish.
Part III: The War in Heaven
Our memory of the planet of the gods was fair,
And so the survivors of Terra there did return…
Only to find it too barren for our hearts to bear!
Too much time passed since battle’s cruel burn.
The five elementals raised us up one more time,
And in secret, we made ourselves a great kin…
Determined to follow a course that was sublime.
We sought out our old foes to judge of their sin!
What followed was the War in Heaven of story,
The descendants of the false gods had lived on.
We Titans, fought against the Olympian glory…
And on their many worlds, war as hot as a sun,
Caused blossoms of doom, to rise up in clouds!
They called us rebels and upstarts without soul.
But we fought for God or so we told crowds…
Who gathered to our side, our praises to extol!
Darkness descended upon the children of God,
Caught up in conflict, rising up only to plummet.
Nightmares unceasing, fire scorching the sod…
Of worlds without number, in heavenly summit!
Gears that turned eternal, at last ceased to spin,
As the machinations of years, began to unravel.
When you share one maker, hatred wears thin,
And so we longed to end war, if only to travel.
Part IV: The Fall from Grace
In the end, neither side could struggle that way,
And God was against us both or so it did seem.
Titan and Olympian now sought a brighter day,
As together we set forth across a starry stream.
Dreaming of meadows and valleys and gardens,
Seeking to make a heaven, out of even our hell.
Long was our exile, and heavy all our burdens,
Since the end of the war, when all the gods fell!
The elementals returned, and angels did guide…
The memory of a place we had left from shame.
And so to the place where lost Terra did abide,
We remembered its’ destruction and our blame.
The red planet, a Terran colony, was long dust,
And we despaired until we beheld a blue jewel.
Shining across the way, from the dead red rust,
Filled with green valleys, and blue oceans cool.
Life is precious, a gift that God does not repeat,
Save when the time is right, and the hour nigh…
We learned to love nature, and savor her sweet,
Remembering what made Mars become so dry.
I walked with the elementals themselves once…
And learned the wisdom only they could impart.
To forsake balance in all things is to be a dunce!
And woe unto any: who listen not, to their heart.
Part V: The Memory of Terra
We named her Terra honoring a world we lost,
You call it Earth, and do not recall your origins.
To this very day she endures no matter the cost.
You are the proof, of how all life’s story begins.
We gave you knowledge, and gave you birth…
You called us mythical, as we walk among you.
You do not realize, of your own planet’s worth!
And yet you claim to treasure it and love it true.
We gather in your shadow, we pretend to fit in,
But the goddess I saw long ago, I behold anew.
Whilst you fight petty wars that no one can win,
I remember how amongst the stars I once flew.
The fall of the gods was by our very own hand,
History can repeat, unless we break the cycle…
My old memories awaken as by her command.
Man is the alien and existence is a holy miracle!
The universe was the cradle that nourished us…
Amidst a backdrop, of history you cannot read,
Save in the myths that came down with a fuss…
As ancient truth changed to suit your later need.
O mankind, you are but a child and know it not!
The time is nigh for growth and change to arrive.
But only as wisdom and compassion, are begot,
For they are the foundations on which we thrive
Poor Oedipus
Grecian gods
and the tales of old ,
ancient pillars topped
by marbled , stories gold ,
Olympian winners ,
mythological sinners
the ears of Ulysees
a tortured , none tone .
The Dionysus
a God of things to glow ,
son of Zeus
he made the grape vines grow ,
if you followed him
he would free your oppressed soul
to drink , to dance within ,
the out of all control
.
The Adonis
aloft and
sculptured to the bone ,
in chisled fine , feature , tipped
perfection , cheekboned stone .
Oedipus
of King and Queen was born
adopted by a glitch
he grew
but did not know ,
that on return to the place
where he truely did come from ,
he'd later
live incestuous
with his Mater
who birthed four ,
when he figured this
sick mix of twisted raw
he stabbed out his eyes
she died , he seen no more .
Grecian gods
and the tales of old ,
ancient pillars topped
by marbled , stories gold ,
Olympian winners ,
mythological sinners
the ears of Ulysees
a tortured , none tone .
The Dionysus
a God of things to glow ,
son of Zeus
he made the grape vines grow ,
if you followed him
he would free your oppressed soul
to drink , to dance within ,
the out of all control
.
The Adonis
aloft and
sculptured to the bone ,
in chisled fine , feature , tipped
perfection , cheekboned stone .
Oedipus
of King and Queen was born
adopted by a glitch
he grew
but did not know ,
that on return to the place
where he truely did come from ,
he'd later
live incestuous
with his Mater
who birthed four ,
when he figured this
sick mix of twisted raw
he stabbed out his eyes
she died , he seen no more .
Anonymous
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-Aphrodite -
Do you konw who the eldest olympian is?
she is said to be the mos beautiful
her hair color is the color you like the most
with the most beautiful eyes
and perfect everything
she is the goddess of love
she is Aphrodite
Aphrodite is also the most dangerous to all heros of olympus
love can lead you astray
take you from the path of truth
and plung you into a world of pleasure and unknowing
she can be a good friend and a bad enemy
the most heroic adventures in the history of humankind was based on love
love is the easiest way to motivate a hero
Aphrrodite the last daughter of Uranus
Aphrodite the Eldest and Greatest Olympian
Do you konw who the eldest olympian is?
she is said to be the mos beautiful
her hair color is the color you like the most
with the most beautiful eyes
and perfect everything
she is the goddess of love
she is Aphrodite
Aphrodite is also the most dangerous to all heros of olympus
love can lead you astray
take you from the path of truth
and plung you into a world of pleasure and unknowing
she can be a good friend and a bad enemy
the most heroic adventures in the history of humankind was based on love
love is the easiest way to motivate a hero
Aphrrodite the last daughter of Uranus
Aphrodite the Eldest and Greatest Olympian
Anonymous
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Medusa
Medusa my name
Turned to horror
Turned to shame
By tale of old
With my sisters two,
Beauteous all
But birthed in woe,
By a sister and brother
that coupled in lusts
For hair
We had serpents
On top of
Our countenance of angels
We had lovers everywhere
But they loved hard but once
They turned harder afterwards
And there on the garden
They stood, standing there still
Victims of ours, the gorgons.
Medusa my name
Turned to horror
Turned to shame
By tale of old
With my sisters two,
Beauteous all
But birthed in woe,
By a sister and brother
that coupled in lusts
For hair
We had serpents
On top of
Our countenance of angels
We had lovers everywhere
But they loved hard but once
They turned harder afterwards
And there on the garden
They stood, standing there still
Victims of ours, the gorgons.
HECTORS DREAM A speck on the horizon
I strain my eyes to see
a chariot and two figures
whipping frenzied horses
through a storm of dust
i shift uneasily in my armour
i am prepared
yet still fears cold sweat
races down my spine
closer now i see one of them
his golden helm catching in the sun
i know them
they slow to a halt
and walk toward me
Achilles has come
and death is his passenger
I strain my eyes to see
a chariot and two figures
whipping frenzied horses
through a storm of dust
i shift uneasily in my armour
i am prepared
yet still fears cold sweat
races down my spine
closer now i see one of them
his golden helm catching in the sun
i know them
they slow to a halt
and walk toward me
Achilles has come
and death is his passenger
-Kronus-
This battle is for only the most manly men,
I am a prime example.
I killed my dad when i was ten,
I am the most famous hero.
No one can touch me,
For I am Achilles.
I am the demon of the battlefield,
I am more feared than Hades himself.
Stab, slash, duck, slam, jump, stab,
This is my dance, my dace of death.
...
I cant stand this anymore,
War is to painful.
It took awyway my beloved,
DAMN YOU HECTOR!
I WILL TOAST YOUR BLODD TO THE GODS,
I WILL RIP YOUR ENTRAILS FROM YOUR BODY!
...
The horror of war,
The endless bloodshed.
My vision is tainted red from blood,
All I see is war.
Flashes of energy, Explosions,
The glint of armies clashing.
Deep down a voice speaks,
“Fight it will do you no good.”
...
Who is it that is framing us?
Is it Kronus?
This battle is for only the most manly men,
I am a prime example.
I killed my dad when i was ten,
I am the most famous hero.
No one can touch me,
For I am Achilles.
I am the demon of the battlefield,
I am more feared than Hades himself.
Stab, slash, duck, slam, jump, stab,
This is my dance, my dace of death.
...
I cant stand this anymore,
War is to painful.
It took awyway my beloved,
DAMN YOU HECTOR!
I WILL TOAST YOUR BLODD TO THE GODS,
I WILL RIP YOUR ENTRAILS FROM YOUR BODY!
...
The horror of war,
The endless bloodshed.
My vision is tainted red from blood,
All I see is war.
Flashes of energy, Explosions,
The glint of armies clashing.
Deep down a voice speaks,
“Fight it will do you no good.”
...
Who is it that is framing us?
Is it Kronus?