Justin Silverblade Posted September 20, 2002 Report Share Posted September 20, 2002 An archmage inspired poem, written as a kind of pledge/warning of what the new dawn brings after armageddon. Ok, ok, so sue me. I had to post something though, and all my inspiration has been there. Silence.... As I sit upon the floor, The chills of death flow evermore, I know of that which has no bounds, Fury bites, and passion pounds. A dreaded time of light has come, No longer flows wine or rum. Finallity of a broken seal, At last as come, our final meal. The past... Full of daunting memories, The proof of paths, the stains they leave. The darkness rose upon the ground Where the plight of the good was found. Us, in wonderous, beautiful story, Corruption's banner, full of glory. We slew the beasts of pain we hate Our swords held by the one dark fate. The founders of shade, leaders of life, The destruction of good, Cause of Strife. And now... Ashes... Like a blackened pheonix true, Who's flame rekindles, a darkned hue, We shall be wraught with painful end, No longer kin, the road dost bend. This is the end! I proclaim it so! Into the darkness from whence we came, Lest tomorrow be exactly the same. But should the 'morrow bring dawn once more, And should the sun still have a bitter core, Then we shall live a pheonix life, We will wield the handle, we shall be the knife. Time... To tell of the corrupt one's story, Whose only work is of that glory, When the banner was once high, And burned now to that low sigh, If it could rise, and know again Of it's true potential, then... Then... Silence... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest SaberCoEP Posted October 4, 2002 Report Share Posted October 4, 2002 Very nice Justin.. Brilliant use of imagery.. I know you were inspired by Archmage to write this, but I sense a much deeper meaning to this.. One which all people should someday realize.. That even through all the darkness, there will still be a light.. Yet, the darkness of our own hearts will keep that light dim.. Maybe there isn't a deeper meaning, it might just be me reading too much into it.. Either way, once again.. Great poem. Was a pleasure to read it. For the end is never seen, always heard and rarely understood. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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