The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
Chapter 6: Meeting Sylvanas In the past, Lordaeron was the capital of the human race. But now, little remains of what once was a great kingdom. On the surface, Lordaeron is barren and in ruins, but beneath the city...Chapter 6: Meeting Sylvanas2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another kingdom prospers.
The Forsaken built an elaborate network of tunnels and passage ways deep beneath the surface of the city they once called home. They now call it The Undercity.
"Why do I put up with that idiot..." Sylvanas thought to herself as she walked through the halls of her glorious city.
Being the queen and looking out for her people's best interests, she had been researching a way to increase the population of Forsa
Anno Peractio - Prologue - Chapter 1, part 1Anno Peractio: Age of ConclusionAnno Peractio - Prologue - Chapter 1, part 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Altair stood silently, mesmerized at the events that have unfolded before his eyes. The hulking jet-black figure of the Marduk Armor floated in the air above him, roaring ominously at the sky.
“What sorcery is this?!” he said. He could feel hunks of flesh and fiery debris crumble beneath the feet of his own mechanical armor, Gilgamesh, as he began navigating across the blood-strewn plaza.
What he saw was akin to a demon from hell. He could still hear the agonized shouts of the dragon ringing in his ears as Marduk toyed with it before splattering its limbs all over
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He feels he cannot walk another step, until he does. The next step is the same, and the next, and he has stopped counting the sunsets and sunrises because measuring eternity has no purpose. He has wandered an eternity already, carrying his small harp for some indeterminable, compulsive reason, because it will be years before he can play again, if ever, and the sand blows into his eyes and into his throat as he sings. His hands are burnt and scarred and his voice is hoarse, and he wants to rip the strings from the taunting harp and scream, but he is unable to do either because it hurts too much.
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the h
Afterlife:Persephone and HadesAfterlife:Persephone and Hades2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustr
NIR concept text_1I wish I had a thousand eyesNIR concept text_12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to watch you under burning skies
fear and despair over what's next
before I drag you to my nest
Castles in the airCastles in the air8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even the fools daydream...
That something could go on well,
oh, for a single time
they build castles in the air,
daring to hope, dream
to find a temporary haven of peace
to escape to during the winter
and dream of spring...
Spirit of the LandI am the landSpirit of the Land4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the stone
I am its breath
I am its bone
I am the song
brought with the wind
but never seen
I am the spark
in the lakes eyes
The arms of trees
And wings of night
As old as hills
As deep as sea
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
How To Be NormalHow To Be Normal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER:
(In 15 easy steps!)
1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult.
2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you!
3. To be normal, you've gotta
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exc