The End to Darkness...

[Bhurin]

Hey all, I'm rather excited. This is my first official posting as a member of this guild. Horrah!

 

This poem was D&D inspired, which is why it doesn't reach a real conclusive end. I was rather fond of it however (as I'm a stikler for poems with interesting structures, and I tried to give the middle line of each verse a unique form).

 

In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

 

- Bhurin

 

 

The End to Darkness

 

Gather one and gather all,

And lend your ears to hear the fall of the one once called the Vampire King,

And the legend of his Hellish ring.

 

He who once was not said forth,

By those who felt their lives had worth and lived within his tyrannous shade,

For down a many a life he’d laid.

 

Upon the living this King had fed,

And all who opposed his rule were dead and buried within unholy ground.

A kingdom lost, and never found.

 

And like a Shepard twisted cruel,

He kept the living round his rule so that he could take all they had.

And punish life, the evil cad.

 

But, though he had the teeth and thirst,

This Vampire truly was the worst for not oft did he drink blood red.

He yearned to devour souls instead.

 

Thus to Corruption’s Lord he paid,

A worthy tribute. And, once made, Krel vowed his hand to do His toil,

In exchange for power, forever loyal.

 

Then bestowed upon the Vampire Lord,

From the depths of morbid demon hoards a ring of gold, and nothing more.

Its darker truth was soon in store.

 

For soon Krel found the ring’s true wyrd,

To inflict unimaginable pain and fear, till he found the dire ring’ true vice:

Its use would mean a gruesome price.

 

For to sap the soul of a living man,

The ring, to do so, would demand its wearer’s blood to flow forth first.

To satisfy the demon thirst.

 

So Krel, blade drawn, would slit his throat,

And with his blood he cruelly wrote the end of thousands of mortal men.

To darkness lost, ne’er found again.

 

For many a turn of painful day,

Things continued forth this way until, they say, there came a man.

Draped in shadow, Claw in hand.

 

Who waved his arm and slew Krel’s kin,

And came before the King of Sin, demanding ring and nothing more.

But Krel cried forth a bloody roar.

 

The Vampire King yelled forth his rage,

Cursed words at this unknown mage, demanding vengeance for his misdeed.

Blinded by unholy greed.

 

The mage slowly held forth his hand,

And, in softest words, then gave command that he shalt have the ring one way

Or another, by the break of day.

 

Krel roared and rose, his rage unleashed,

And as though some greater force beseeched, became demonic in form and thought,

His thirst for blood and death ran hot.

 

He tore toward the silent mage,

And struck at him with all his rage and fury with demonic speed.

Intent to watch this mongrel bleed.

 

But none his blows befell the man,

And suddenly, with striking hand, the mage gripped Krel’s now scar’ed gorge,

His strength the steel of Titan forged.

 

The wizard held the King aloft,

And said, his voice still whisper soft, that now doth end his darkness reign.

With thrust of Claw, he stopped the pain.

 

And just as soon as he appeared,

The mage slew the Lord of vice and fear then vanished from the delivered land,

The golden ring upon his hand.

 

And none had chance to hear his name,

Or what the fate of him became. Never heard nor ever seen,

Nor what fate befell the ring.

 

But never was the man forgot,

The man with who the darkness fought and lost. Who broke Krel’s law.

Who slew the beast with Howling Claw.

 

And brought life back to tortured men,

So that their souls were safe again. Thus the just and true had won.

And here my tale’s course has run,

 

No word the less or more. I’m done.

 

 

Edited by: Bhurin at: 12/26/01 10:20:19 pm

[Peredhil]

Peredhil congradulates Bhurin on his entry into the Pen!

 

A few ranks late.

 

Congradulations on your Promotion as well!

 

Another buried gem. I like this, but then, I'm a sucker for Role Playing Game inspired works.

 

It scans well and flows smoothly before dropping off.

 

-Peredhil

[Guest Lord Seth Exodus]

Oh, for crying out loud, Bhurin! Do you do nothing small? Come on, man, try a hiku (sp?)

 

All jesting aside, though, my friend. I loved it. Very well formed, and fluent. Though, whether you intended it or not, this made me think of Tolkeins "Lord of The Rings" with the powerful ring, with dire consiquences, and all.

 

"The mage slowly held forth his hand,

And, in softest words, then gave command that he shalt have the ring one way

Or another, by the break of day."

 

I just love the cockness of the hero; and the fact that he can back it up makes it all the better.

 

Grand work, my friend.

 

Yours truly,

 

Seth Exodus

 

Initiate of The Pen