Gyrfalcon

Hmm... Here is the lyrics to a song that represents Daryl Carnsilion (one of my characters) ~~~ Life of My Own 3 Doors Down Living risky, never scared, wander closer to the edge Nothing valued think no fear, always wondering why you're here All your purposes are gone, nothing's right and nothing's wrong Nothing ventured, nothing gained, feel no sorrow, feel no pain Kiss me while I'm still alive Kill me while I kiss the sky Let me die on my own terms, let me live and let me learn Now I'll follow my own way, and I'll live on to another damn day Freedom carries sacrifice, remember when this was my life Looking forward, not behind, everybody's got to cross that line Free me now to give me a place, keep me caged and free the beast Falling faster, time goes by, fear is not seem through these eyes What there was will never be, now I'm blind and cannot see Kiss me while I'm still alive Kill me while I kiss the sky Let me die on my own terms, let me live and let me learn Now I'll follow my own way, and I'll live on to another damn day Freedom carries sacrifice, remember when this was my life Kiss me while I'm still alive Kill me while I kiss the sky Let me die on my own terms, let me live and let me learn Now I'll follow my own way, and I'll live on to another damn day Freedom carries sacrifice, remember when this was my life ~~~

(conversion Confusion, this is actually the third post in this thread) *Gyrfalcon applauds* I enjoyed reading this poem- go and apply at the Recruiter's Office, I urge you, as Xradion has. *grin*

*Gyrfalcon applauds* Sad... well written, though.

*Gyrfalcon nods* Indeed, so keep on going. 20 days isn't so long- barely three weeks. *smiles*

*Gyrfalcon applauds* No, I've not forgotten about ye. =) I'm glad to see you back and posting such excellent poetry!

*Gyrfalcon applauds* For no specific reasons that I can form into words, I enjoyed reading this poem.

*Gyrfalcon applauds* An interesting short story, and it leave the question in my mind: Does the town just seem empty because there are no tourists in it, or is deserted?

*Gyrfalcon applauds* Well written interpretation of Armageddon.

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*Gyrfalcon APPLAUDS* I have another favorite poem. Go Falcon! *Gyrfalcon cheers*

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Poor Brute! I hope you feel alright now and your brain still works. *Runs away from Falcon, screaming* I'm too young to die! I haven't even left the nest! Don't PUNish me!

Jheric felt a flash-burn of anger, and contemplated tossing a fireball right into the royal balcony, but quickly overruled that plan and his anger, forcing himself into the calm so neccessary for spell-casting. There would be time enough to deal with King Millas, and his treachery. Now, it was time to fight for survival. Jheric eyed the opposing group, and noted that it would be an evenly match fight- perhaps too evenly. Druid canceled Druid, and the Cleric could cast enough defensive, protective, and healing spells to negate much of what Jheric himself could do, unless he could deal out enough damage quickly enough... Justin matched the fighter of the other side, and actually had an advantage with his longer weapon and better armor. Bhurin gave the group the advantage of air, but the ranger canceled that advantage by making it too risky to take flight... "FIGHT!" Roared the announcer, and Jheric stepped up to Balladore's side, and spoke a single word, activating a spell sequencer he had prepared before the fight. In a heartbeat, Jheric was surrounded by a ward that would turn non-magical arrows, and a magical layer of stone had formed around his body, shifting with his movements, proof against nearly all physical attacks, but only the first five struck. Jheric acted just in time, the missile ward saving his life as the ranger sent a deadly series of arrows at Jheric. Seeing his target protected, the foe instead took aim on Balladore, only to be defeated when Jheric stepped in front of the chanting druid, his ward stopping this missile as well. " En'Vishu" Jheric said, and five energy darts raced from his hand to strike the ranger, causing him to recoil in pain. Then, he became much to busy to fight, as lightning appared from clear air and blasted into the group, disrupting the cleric's chantings, but not before the enemies glowed with the blessings of whatever god or goddess the cleric worshipped. Justin and the enemy fighter charged across the field, both attempting to break past the other and attack the vulnerable spell casters, to tie up their magical abilities in physical combat. Yet at the same time, they sought to prevent the other from achieving his goal. The end result was that they fell into a fierce personal duel in the middle of the field, Justin quickly starting to take the upper hand. The ranger again tried to launch an arrow into Balladore, but once again, Jheric foiled him, this time returning fire with an enchanted dart that pumped acid into the ranger's leg, dropping him to the ground in agony. With the archer down, Bhurin quickly took to the air, passing over Justin's melee, which grew more interesting as the enemy druid summoned a wolverine to support the fighter. Oh wonderful, a summoner... Jheric thought to himself, falling into his chanting. As he did so, he noticed three things- Balladore was moving a bit closer to the other group probably to get into range for another spell, his skin now looked like the cragged and hardened bark of an old, powerful tree, and the ranger was getting up again. Can't he get the hint and stay down? Jheric thought as his voice rose to a crecendo. As a bear took form next to the wolverine, who had forced Justin onto the defensive as it coordinated its attacks with the fighter, a shadow fell across them all. The ogre looked down at the bear, then slowly looked up as the massive brown bear reared up on its hind legs and snarled, towering another two feet over the ogre. Compelled by magic, the ogre stepped forward and landed a heavy blow on its chest with his club. Not impressed, the brown bear lashed back with its claws. The wolverine lunged forward, but then fell, frozen stiff, no doubt the victim of Balladore's druidic magic, paralyzing its muscles magically. However, then it was Balladore's turn to stiffen, and Jheric noticed that the sounds of combat had become muted. A sphere of silence! Bhurin had better deal with that cleric soon... Jheric thought, taking a step back to make sure he was outside the sphere's area of affect. Thinking of Bhurin, he looked up to see Bhurin preparing to swoop down on the cleric... and then looked down to see the stubborn ranger aim carefully up at the large flyer. Oh no you don't. Jheric thought as he extended his hand. " En'Vishu" he said, and another burst of magical darts hammered the ranger's arms, and his arrow went sailing into the air, missing Bhurin completely. We need one of them down, and soon. Jheric thought, summoning a band of goblins to match a pair of wolves from the enemy druid.

You are worthy. Now start thinking so, or somehow, I *will* get you enlisted in the Marines, and they can go about 'making a MAN of you', while breaking what little feeble sanity you have left after talking to me too long. *Gyr hopes tough love might work...*

*Gyrfalcon laughs and applauds* I enjoyed this quite a bit. Cats are great coinhabitants. (not pets, you note. That's because we're the cats' pets. At least, from their viewpoint. *grin*)

Whoo. *Gyrfalcon applauds* An excellent three-part poem, Xradion.

*Gyrfalcon applauds* Metaphorical goodness!

*Gyrfalcon applauds* What else can I offer but... wow.

*Gyr applauds* Ooo... evil people get their own poetry, too! I like it. =)

Umm.... no. We'd not be happier if you were dead. I suppose the poem is well written, but I personally hate the theme.

*Gyr smiles an applauds* A wonderful poem, but an evil assignment. How can it be typed AND handwritten, may I ask?

*Gyr applauds* A nice definition of what love is, though I'd only have mild affection for a quarter I just found lying around.

My commentary is not nearly as in-depth, but I do have to say: very nice, Canid, even if you can't believe you wrote this. *grin* Tweet! I wish there were birds around here that went tweet anymore... all that are around are crows and seagulls, and unfortuantly (sorry, Nyyark!) neither one has a singing voice... but again, a great poem, Canid. *applauds*

Note on: Moderators: We don't *have* to be hardline. Some of us just enjoyed dropping the hammer. *evil grin* What? What? I admit that I liked the sense of power as I got some idiot spammer deleted. *grin*

I'm afraid that I don't have nearly as much to say as Wyvern, since my grasp and eye for poetry is not nearly as great as his is. However, I do wish to say that I enjoy how you mix fables from religion (I do not mean that as an insult to the tales of the Bible or other religious documents, merely a word choice), and children's fables. "And the ladder of Jacob fell The day Jack cut down The beanstalk to the realm Of giants." I always enjoy seeing how people choose to mix fables, what they belive those fables are close to or will work with. *Gyrfalcon applauds* An excellent poem, greetings and well met, Xradion.