The Lament of the DeadThe Lament of the Dead8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Lament of the Dead
The yards are empty, towers torn
No one here left to see and mourn
The bells still in the tower sing
The plaintive toll that which they ring
Petals untouched lay on the ground
Always seen but never found
The throne is barren, crown is lost
Bloodied, sullied, this was the cost
Betrayed, with aid, by harrowed prince
Son of the king that had long since
Kept kingdoms safe from armies vast
Brought to an end by death amassed
Never again shall light here glow
Never again will people know
The glory that was, but now is gone
The once great city, Lordaeron
Prayer of the Long VigilNow the bright old sun will endPrayer of the Long Vigil6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This lovely night of ours
Drifting through the clouds above
Collecting all the stars
My darling, close your tired eyes
And dream your sacred dream
Soul within the verdant realm,
Your body safe with me
Our Mother Moon, your sleeping form
She watches night and day
Never alone, the Forest Lord
Walks with you all the way
Bear and Saber prowl the ground
The Owl and Crow above
Our blades are sharp, our land is strong
You need not fear, my love
The blinding light that marks the day
Reigns over all save when
The ever shining sun does set
And night is ours again
Blood Plagued IceBlood Plagued Ice ~ by Michael HeijerBlood Plagued Ice6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Knights of valor,
Fought to their death,
Got risen and corrupted,
No longer taking breath,
Plagued with unlife,
Frozen blood in their veins,
Their will stolen,
Until they got thrown away,
Betrayed and discarded,
But finally almost free,
They plot for bloody vengeance,
And an end to their misery
Merciless Lichborne Killing Machines,
Specialized in Butchery,
Obliteration and Annihilation,
Leaving nothing behind but Desolation,
Death and Decaying Desecration,
Howling Blasts of Hungering Cold,
Reaping Rime and Chilblains hold,
Nerves of Cold Steel,
Carrying the Chill of Death,
Acclaim now or no longer take breath
Their touch is black ice,
Their strikes diseased,
Controlling the flow of blood,
Death their expertise,
Power based on runes of old,
They're marked by blood,
Ravenous Dead under tight control,
Sacrificing them as they explode,
When you hear,
Their Horns of Winter calling,
Conquered and BurnedConquered and BurnedConquered and Burned6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring into Life,
Here comes the day,
End the Strife.
What is causing me to disrupt,
I cannot see,
I kneel down as I throw up,
What is becoming of me?
Demonic Manifestations of my Fears,
Of my problems,
And all of my tears,
Crawling out of my throat.
My Demons cause my foes to be chased,
And soon they are dead,
Soon the Chaos corrupts me,
And my eyes turn red.
I see the world fall,
And hear the chaotic drone,
Soon I am King of them all,
And I am placed on the Throne.
I see my enemies fall,
And I laugh as they burn,
I rule the World,
As my Demons tear it apart.
These avatars of my conflicts,
Now destroy Reality.
It's all gone,
The Earth was given a shake,
Now here comes Dawn,
Now it is time to awake.
I hear a scream,
And I jump out of bed,
It was all just a dream,
It was all in my head.
I follow the path of the scream,
And it takes me down the road,
To the house of my long time foe...
Here is where I found him,
Laying on the ground,
In a puddle of his bloo
Burned AliveCry out as you drown in pain,Burned Alive5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulled even deeper,
Into the realm of the insane.
Like bullets through your heart,
Metal embedded into your soul,
The scraps of Steel (Both new and old),
Shift in your body as you writhe,
You'd give anything to die,
But they're determined to keep you alive.
Tears stream down your face,
Unseen and unheard,
They gave up,
And now you're to be burned.
Suffer in a grave of Flame.
It's over now,
No one will even remember your name.
The Ritual The ritual was complete.The Ritual3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The circle scrawled on the floor glowed and crackled with the barely suppressed force of unspeakable energies. Craven symbols of unholy power drifted slowly up from it, hanging in the air like a purple mist over the proceedings. Though her skin crawled to even approach it, Marissa knew that untold power lay within the circle, and she craved it for her own. Marissa was an impressive sight, standing six foot tall, lithe and achingly beautiful, her heart shaped face twisted in a malicious grin, her long ebony hair swept up into a plait that reached right down to the small of her back. She entered the circle wearing little more than golden metal underwear, knowing what lay ahead of her.
A voice rang out klaxon like in the chamber.
"The new bearer of the Antrach enters the circle. Mark your choice."
The question was a simple one. To become the new bearer of the Antrach required a show of fealty to
Kirby's DemiseKirby's Demise5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kirby had won. Zero Two, weak from the strain of battling, crashed down to the floor, dead. Despite Kirby's victory, his tortuous journey wasn't over. In fact, It had just begun. Dark Star didn't dissolve. Instead, a blinding flash shone over the battlefield, Ribbon dissapeared, and Kirby, dazzled, fell to the ground.
A few minutes later, Kirby awoke. He was in some sort of Cave, which seemed ordinary, similar to those he'd explored during his visit to Rock Star. But as he was about to discover, this was no ordinary cave. There were red streaks on the wall. Kirby started to walk. As he trudged onwards, these red streaks connected to wider streaks and pools on the floor, but eventually Kirby stopped in fear. The whole rocky tunnel had opened out into a chamber. Kirby realised that it was blood he'd been walking through.
The whole chamber was stained crimson, with the stalactites and Stalagmites appearing similar to dripping knives that had been used to cut into a fresh meaty joint. In t
Burned To DeathFire Flame Smoke EmbersBurned To Death8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It surrounds me
It grabs my throat and chokes me
I cannot think it is all I know at the moment
The flames lick my arms
It hurts but Ive been through worse
It has eaten my clothes I have no resistance
My arms and legs are blackened and crispy
I am screaming but I know no one hears me
I writhe in pain but inside I am calm
I know what is happening and Ive accepted it
Goodbye world and hello Fire
Pokemon Creepypasta: DEMISEDid you know that when you trade for a Pokémon in the GTS, sometimes you will get something you weren't looking for?Pokemon Creepypasta: DEMISE5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
According to a select few, there is a Pokémon that has been terrorizing players since the beginnings of the fourth generation. The Pokémon, simply known as "DEMISE," has been considered both a hack and virus, and is only found through the GTS trading system.
DEMISE is reportedly a genderless shiny Bellossom. Its OT reads as "???" and its ID number is "00000." It's reported to bear a somber expression, with black tear-like markings pouring from its eyes. The flowers on its head as well as its leafy skirt are described shrivelled and/or decayed.
Accounts of its profile signify that DEMISE was met as a fateful encounter with its last trainer. The location of the Pokémon's origin remains unknown since it does not register on the GTS Globe.
DEMISE is level 0 with exactly 100 hit points. Additional oddities includ
Races of AzerothRaces of Azeroth ~by Michael HeijerRaces of Azeroth6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The curious Humans,
Shortlived and never a straight line,
Yet interesting and reknown,
They seek to carve their names in time
The longlived Elves,
Moving with dancing grace,
Living with nature,
Teldrassil is their place
The sturdy Dwarves,
Living in fast mountain halls,
Smithing skills unrivaled,
They will not fall
The creative Gnomes
Small yet quite reknown,
They seek to retake,
Their long lost home
The honorable Tauren
Enemies with the centaur of old,
Struggling for survival,
Their land is their gold
The battle spirited Orcs
Brave beyond belief,
Proud beyond a doubt,
They do not show grief
The cultive Trolls
They are linked to their soul,
Living in tribes of their own,
Spirituality is their goal
The remarkable Undead
Seeking a place for their own,
Refusing the Lich King,
Protecting their own throne.
The NightThe Night12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
hush to the seamy eyes are tangled tightly,hush to the sea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot see your voice
or frantic fingers, but i can
taste the blood flooding
from an unknown heart and
the hurt panic eking its
way between your words
and you sound like an
owl hooting in my ear
i tell you i have lost my gun,
my bullets wedged
between my teeth, and
your owlish eyes
(i can hear them with my eyes closed)
ask me over and over,
i tell you it is she,
and you remember her floral
and blue dress, the way
it pleated around her
neat little ribcage
and empty breasts
you remember the way
you made love to her in your sleep
the memories false
but more real than any body
you have truly touched -
the fragile woman
hourglass and ribs.
the fragile woman
built on stilts
and skinny bones
to save herself
but here she sinks
her to the very
which she bleeds.
16 HoursWere you ever exactly where you needed to be, but ran away? Did you ever confuse panic with a distraction? Did you ever feel something calling your name or blackmailing you with your secrets? The other night I was in midair- because Im always going on about how we should just jump off the edges of things- but the ground was rising to meet me. It had impact on its mind. And falling wasnt at all what I though it would be. It wasnt clarity or like floating. It wasnt my moment in the sun. Falling was just a means to an end. Falling was just the space between me and the ground.16 Hours8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
At Thanksgiving, you got up to get another plate of food or a drink- I dont remember which. But as you made your way back to the table, you put your head down and your red hair fell at an angle across your face. You became new to me in the time it took to get seconds. I loved you in some strange new way all the sudden. The moment left as quickly as it came, but you were burned on my brai
Creepypasta : Red's Journal6-3 ( 6:18 AM )Creepypasta : Red's Journal5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...I forgot all about this journal. Guess I should write in it every chance I get, huh? It's been 3 years since I've been down from this mountain. All my pokemon are doing well... especially Pikachu. And of course... he still won't go into his pokeball. But I don't mind. There isn't much to write here, now is there?
6-5 ( 4:15 PM )
Still. Nothing to write. But I finally battled today. And won. Just like usual... Maybe I should just get down from Mt. Silver and go visit those old places. But then again, people'd be surprised to see me. Maybe I can leave my pokemon with Green. Not like I'm gonna battle anyways.
6-6 ( 9:30 AM )
So I came down from Mt. Silver. And... it's boring. I visited Green, though. And I told him what I wanted to do. He suggested leaving my pokemon with him, since he knew I didn't want to battle. So I guess I should. But I'm bringing Pikachu with me. If someoen ever does want to challenge me, then Pikachu should be enough, right?
6-6 ( 7:40
StasisLet us soar like mist-birdsStasis8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
needling the morning dew
with feathers for bones
as I forget where I end
and you begin;
Let us wake and shake the dust from our lips
as curtains seep silhouettes like swelling suns,
settle along the wind's diamond vertebrae
and throw away the hours;
Here, spawning from this misty womb,
let us burst into curves of static rain
and gnaw at the liquid language of our flesh,
breathe the black waves of moonlight
and swallow the whistling birds
the right onei hid myselfthe right one11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the piles of laundry
on your bedroom floor,
peeking out from capsized shoes,
and nesting among last winter's sweaters.
the air was warm
and smelled of you,
and every morning,
i would take refuge
in one of your pockets,
hoping i had chosen
the right one...
atmosphere.atmosphere.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i get so cold
i quake with words
can i blame,
but that man
inside the mirror.
that kisses me
a million times.
that misses me
when i cant
that look in the wrong
that ive broken,
it chills me
to that bone.
that spinal bone
my composure is
held on the
in that broken
Leaves of GlassLeaves of Glass10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky is October blue,
but still not deep enough to match your eyes,
and the sun not bright enough
to warm my heart.
Cold winter winds wait to blow,
but for now all is fire.
Sunset colors on every tree,
floating in the air to land around me-
like the flowers that fell in our hair
Petals so soft, they felt like white feathers,
and you picked every one out of my braid-
but I think you only bothered
so you could get close enough to steal those kisses.
As if you needed an excuse.
I have rainbow fragments in my hair now too,
but you're not here to take them out-
and it seems like the trees can feel my sorrow.
So they drop stained-glass leaves
instead of tears
and cry me all the way home.
June 18, 2008June 18, 20086 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sound like the car
of the driveway.
of a full suitcase,
being zipped closed.
to the center of the room.
tiny towers of
and now these rooms are empty.
and the floor
(no warm footprints.)
i remember the times
we made love
on the couch.
i cant sit on it now.
it seems there are stains,
i remember the last time
i saw you.
and we kissed on the living room floor.
you said i didnt feel you.
i just remember
"hes not coming back."
and you didnt.
i still find clothes
at the bottom
of the closet.
you forgot to take.
"i love you,"
"i need you,"
i had thoughts
change the locks.
hiding your keys,
so you could never leave.
and i stayed
while you slept.
that you couldnt go
I'm a WriterI'm a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a Writer
I'm a writer who wraps words around her hands,
Transcribing them onto pieces of paper paler
Than the skin holding the words.
I catch words in my fishing nets,
And they slither and slide slimy and skittish.
Each one is gently grabbed and washed
Until they are slithery skittish words waiting to be devoured;
No more slime or grime, it's time to write.
Each word is taken from its tank
And placed upon the page with careful thought.
Sometimes they are rearranged,
Short words become hidden behind long eels
And so sentences need restructuring.
Some words aren't used and are thrown back.
Maybe next time they are caught they will be needed.
I'm a writer who wraps slimy, slithering, skittish words
Around the pieces of paper where they belong;
Creating poems and stories where there were none,
And loving every minute of it, even if the smell of the words
Sometimes brings tears cascading from my eyes
To stain my shirt.
My Winter GirlI fell for her in winter, my winter girlMy Winter Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she had rosy red cheeks and beautiful curls
Her skin was so pale, doves were ashamed
and she knew my heart well so she didn't play games
Oh but her heart was a frozen lake
water turned black by the deep cold
sending shivers of solitude in each wake
She didn't bestow anyone a smile,
one that would make her white teeth appear
a shocking contrast to her mellow style,
because she was so naive
Her rueful complexion only dawned my interest;
how can someone so detached to the world
also be the bravest?
This was my winter girl
emotions meek like the leaves that fell from the trees
long before winter started
Beauty so perplexing, her whole being was a painting
A stroke of scarlet would create her lips
Ashy undertones would establish her eyes
The trunk of a pine tree be her hair
She smelled of apples and cinnamon
the purest winter harmonies,
my beautiful winter girl...
How to play... A NosferatuI love Nossies. Nossies are awesome! They're not played enough by beginners however. But they should! Why so?How to play... A Nosferatu2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Well, because they're the most communal Clan, which make them, oddly, one of the best clans for new players to try and embrace the Masquerade (and the Requiem too). Their community makes it a perfect clan to groom new players into Pen and Paper
As they have a very tight clan system, with an actual solidarity in between their members, the Nosferatu clan offers a wide variety of options to bring PCs to do something ; this way, a Nosferatu player does not need a personal agenda ; just his elders, his sire, or the brotherhood sending them in for the job because "your skills are the most suited, plus this way you meet.. the others". The Nosferatu PC will create his or her own agenda as they're learning how to play, and they're getting to know the city.
Consider the first scenario of the Nosferatu PC "outside" as the Amish teen kids having