Guest amcstarry Posted December 2, 2002 Report Share Posted December 2, 2002 Ok, I posted this last night, I decided it would work as my applications poem since its my most recent, but if needed I can give you more .Lost. Your eyes shut tightly To never open again You float above what you once where Waiting for your loved ones to return To find you To watch there faces lit with horror As they see your mutilated form Laying on the blue tiled floor Blue no longer Now stained red Red from the blood that was lost from your body You begin to see the scene Less clearly As you vanish into the unknown When you reapear you find yourself in a place like no other You look down and you see the flames reaching up Trying to grab you to pull you to them Your gaze slowly wanders to what was above You see a large castle-like mansion at the top A white mist surrounding it all Then two figures appear the same why you had One was of pure beauty, goodness, and love The other of the damned, hatred, and sadness The two both very human like But then again not They begin to speak to you in unison There words unfamiliar and new to your ears Then there words become a lanague that you understand And you hear what the request of you You must make a descion You must count your sins Do you belong in the land of peace and love for your after life? Or in the land of eternal suffering? You begin counting, Upset with the results You look to the one of pure light as you hold up six fingers to represent your six sins The godly figure slowly shakes his head Rejecting you from his lovley land Your feet slowly turn you Taking one step at a time Closer to your new ruler Your new king Your new president His eyes up pure red Burn as your legs bring you closer to him You feel strangly Like a fire has been lit inside of you It was the embers of hell Making there mark For your have decided You have chosen your end .and theres no turning back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest lumpenproletariat Posted December 3, 2002 Report Share Posted December 3, 2002 vivid, I like it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted December 5, 2002 Report Share Posted December 5, 2002 Grinning to himself while carefully looking over amcstarry's Pen application, Wyvern decides that he'd like to hear some comments on the poem from the 8 Pen Elder Dwarves... It was always amusing to watch the dwarves at work, after all, especially when you were in as unsober a state of mind as Wyvern was... Taking out a shiny whistle labeled "Traditional Dwarven Beer Keg Flute", the overgrown lizard blows on the instrument and 7 of the Pen Elder Dwarves immediatly rush into the office doors as fast as their legs can carry them. Passing by Wyvern's desk in a single file line, each Elder Dwarf is served a portion of booze from the Endless Decanter before getting to amcstarry's application poem... Silly even takes out a pineapple and fixes himself a pina colada... "Say..." mutters Wyvern, suddenly noticing that only 7 of the Pen Elder Dwarves are present "Why is it that there are only 7 of you guys here tpday...?" In response to Wyv's question, Courteousy turns to the overgrown lizard and politely says: "Please excuse our companion's absence, Mr. Wyvern... Sleazy has been involved in a rigorous personality developement program recently, as it got to the point where the poor Pen dwarf couldn't stand his own sleaziness... The program should end some time today, so I'm expecting his arrival soon... when we see him, though, I'm certain it will no longer be as Sleazy!" "No longer be as Sleazy...?" mutters Wyvern half soberly, taking another long sip of booze from his Decanter "Waddaya mean, Courteousy?" "Well..." continues Courteousy, pausing for a brief moment to give amcstarry an encouraging thumbs up sign "... the personality program completely changes the attitudes and demeanor of the Elder Dwarf that decides to undertake it. Thus Sleazy should be born anew, complete with new name and new primary character traits... I hope the program was effective... we all wish only the best for him..." "Hmmmm..." murmers Wyvern, somewhat confused by Courteousy's technical jargon of personality programs in his unsober state... As if to clear all confusion, there is suddenly a knock on the office door at that very instant, signifying the return of the newly reformed Sleazy to the Pen. All of the dwarves jump to their feet and rush to the door at once, eager to see what has become of their companion... "Dear GODS!" cries Grouchy upon viewing the figure at the door "It's impossible... how could you have possibly become uglier Sleazy??!!! Didn't you want to reverse the effects of your sleaziness...?" Grouchy then realizes that the figure at the door of the office is not in fact Sleazy, but rather Melba who had just returned from her coffee break. Thoroughly embarassed, the blushing Pen dwarf grumbles an apology before scurrying off to a corner of the office in order to avoid Melba's wrath.... Entering the office, Melba the Almost Secretary of Initiates sets the day's mail on her desk, and notices that there's a letter from somebody by the name of "Idly the Pen Elder Dwarf" on the top of the pile. Curiously opening the envelope, Melba notices the anxious faces of the surrounding dwarves and decides to read the letter out loud: "My dear fellow dwarves, The personality development program worked... ... Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go idle... Sincerely, Idly the Pen Elder Dwarf" The 7 Pen Elder Dwarves and Wyvern procede to snatch the letter from Melba's hands, taking her oratory for a joke at first but then blankly staring at the sheet of paper... After a long moment of silence, Wyvern finally speaks up: "Well... I guess we'll have to wait for Idly's opinion on amcstarry's application before it can be accepted..." Having said this, the overgrown lizard turns to amcstarry and continues: "... and I would say judging by this letter, it might take us around 2 years or so to get it... hope you don't mind the wai-" Fortunatly, before Wyvern can finish, the inconsiderate Elder is hit over the head by Silly weilding an anti-wyvern mallet, and goes unconscious. The Pen dwarf then takes a quick sip of his pina colada and stamps amcstarry's application "ACCEPTED". OOC: On a more serious note... An ACCEPTED application poem, amcstarry, welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to either post your e-mail here or e-mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can get you the password info and such... ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "If it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense" - Triple Seis, "Glamour Life" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest amcstarry Posted December 5, 2002 Report Share Posted December 5, 2002 wahoo! lol, my email is starryhorse64@hotmail.com . Thank you very much, and cute post lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest lumpenproletariat Posted December 6, 2002 Report Share Posted December 6, 2002 *lumpen grunts at Wyvern in a "it could have been worse.." manner* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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