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They Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
Arrr maties,

BONUS RELEASE. This piece was done for :iconzune164: for his birthday on the 10th of November.

This backstory to this poem is once again a snippet from 'The Legend of Chenbeard'. It's the other story I'll be releasing over summer break.

In the world of Chenbeard the pirate, the fantasy world of Gaia, there are a race of humanoids with black wings known as the Sumi'tar. They are said to be the descendants of giants and although they resemble human barbarian tribes, in terms of their traditions and beliefs, the are much taller, bulkier and tougher than the average human.

Killing a Sumi'tar warrior takes a lot of effort and this is made worse by the fact that they are skilled combatants who enjoy conflict. Furthermore they bear an incredible resistance to poisons and disease, much like the dwarves, meaning cheap-shots don't quite work against them either.

Amongst the various races, the Sumi'tar are one of the few that can inherently wield Spiritech weapons without training and without suffering from spirit poisoning or magical mutation. The only other races that bear this trait are Orcs, Dwarves and Merfolk.

If you want to learn more about Spiritech weaponry and see the world I will craft for you...then look forward to summer break. It's all coming soon :3 (Necromancer is also set in the same universe so there'll be many similarities between the two stories).

As for me, I'm studying hard for my exams and trying to cope with some...personal difficulties. It's not too bad though and during such times you always find out who your real friends are.

I'll be back soon my friends, with all the colours of a freakin' epic RAINBOW *___*

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Machine Man:

It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".

Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.

We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"

Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?

Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?

Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.

In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,

Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
Aye me friends.

Tonight I've decided to make a bonus release...because I have an exam tomorrow and I really can't be buggered studying anymore :iconcaptainjackplz:

That said, I do sometimes enjoy doing some human nature poetry. I usually write this stuff when I'm in the right mood (i.e. down down down down). I wrote this one a couple of days back as a skeleton idea and fleshed it out today.

Hope you enjoy it. I'll be back veeery soon.

Wish me luck for my exams tomorrow...so that they'll remember it as the day they almost failed...Captain Siddhartha Chen (for those of you that didn't know 'Siddhartha' is my first name...SHOOOOOSH, its a secret.)

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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The Pirate Solstice:

There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.

The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.

The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.

One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ease.

Yet, throughout all of this, the figures remained silent.
They spoke to no one, save to explain their gifts,
They entertained the queries of wide-eyed children,
In a formal manner; curt without being rude.

Perhaps it was their law not to involve themselves with people,
Perhaps it was simply their personal credo of silence.
Regardless, we were thankful, even if they didn't speak.
For their actions spoke far louder than any word we'd ever read.

And just like that, as mysteriously as they appeared,
They vanished, once all their work had been completed.
Their silent ship, cast off from port without wind.
It even sailed against the current, like an ethereal ghost.

They left nothing of themselves behind, not even a tiny murmur of their names.
But the people of Port Loch would never forget their saviours, even to this day.
Hence, in their town, the Winter Solstice was renamed 'The Pirate Solstice'.
And small model ships would be set sail each year, all bearing the name
Of that mysterious black ship; captured from afar before the ship disappeared.

'Il Padre del Sangue, The Father of Blood...'




-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st December 2012
Arrr maties,

Yer captain has half-returned. T'day the story in the e-book will be completed and after that I will be returnin' full time t' DA while me e-book undergoes final edits, formatting and cover works.

Our planned release date fer th' e-book is the 5th of January, the first friday o' th' new year and ye'll receive more news and information about it as I promote it over the coming week.

I'll also be replyin' t' notes, comments and replies (in that order) which I've neglected so dreadfully till now (because I've basically been livin' as a hermit, and trust me: what ye see in manga is absolutely true, me floor and everythin' be dotted with crumpled papers and me room in general be a terrific mess).

Anywho this poem was originally intended fer christmas as part o' me crew's Christmas challenge. Tis a last minute entry I admit (since I was out of time) but I'm glad I managed t' finish it. Ye'll notice I used a different name fer th' ship, reason bein' I wanted a lil' more impact than just 'Sangue Padre' so let me know if ye like th' upgraded name.

I'll also be postin' another somethin' in the evenin' lads and lasses, so please look forward t' all o' that ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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Winterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare
I paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast

Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...

"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012
Fer those o' ye who don't know yet. Chen is workin' tirelessly inbetween his studies t' come up with new stories an' new techniques fer writin' poetry.

Bein' a writer is his dream an' so I hope ye'll all enjoy this new piece that he's produced. It's a revisit o' his old rhyming style with a slightly different arrangement in structure.

Let us know how it was received ^^ Yer comments will make him work much harder :3

-Co-captain Hayes :iconlugialuvr13:
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Immortal Butterfly:

I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back

I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back

I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed

Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink

I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...

I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was something... that I could never see
I thank you...for sharing...this gift with me...


-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th September 2012
Fave if you enjoyed, thanks...

Author's Comment:

Note to self Chen...

Falling asleep in the afternoon on account of heavy flu medication...makes you remember all kinds of shit that you ought to forget.

Can't touch cigarettes, don't drink alcohol, so what the hell should I do? Ah well, whatever >_>

I'll do up bounties and stuff tomorrow, sorry.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
You're The Drug That Keeps Me You're the Drug That Keeps Me:

You've got me twisting on the edge
and I beg to stay...
I know I should quit
but I can't walk away...
You're the drug that keeps me whole
when I'm feeling cold
When I'm feeling cold
You've got me in your hold!

EVERYTIME I WALK YOU BRING ME RIGHT BACK HERE
A HUNDRED TIMES OR MORE IT'S GETTING REALLY UNCLEAR
DO YOU LIKE TO FUCK WITH ALL MY HOPES AND INNER FEAR
OR MAYBE CUT ME DOWN SO YOU KNOW THAT I'LL KEEP YOU NEAR?

A hundred times, a hundred pages
twelve different masks and a thousand stages
You've got me beggin' for more
out in the rain at your door
I'm not a man, I'm just your little whore

A
Oh No I Know A Dirty Word Oh No I Know A Dirty Word:

Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile

I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me

See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean

I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language me
Can I Cut Yet? Can I Cut Yet?:

Hey, Hey Sadako
Hey...
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her

Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad..


Other Literature by Me:
Mercenary 1-1 MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.




-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
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Author's Comment:

Alrighty so, I was thinkin' of somethin' t' write t'night, but with me mind focused on the e-book, good poetry just isn't comin' out.

However I figured this would be th' right time t' experiment with my newly invented technique t' combat writing slumps.

First of, when ye in a slump, it's cause yer brain is overheated. Like a clogged pipe things aren't flowing through. The only way to clean it out is blast through the blockage by writing like crazy. However if ye write long works, ye'll only go crazier.

The solution?

Write shorter poems, haikus, whatever you can get flowing in the shortest time possible. For me, I like haikus and I rarely get the chance to do them. Now I think I'll play around t' me heart's content.

One thing to note though is that the last line is 4 syllables instead of 5. Why? It simply sounded better with 4. Although the form for haikus is generally rigid, occasionally you can get a better result twisting the form ever so slightly. I want to try 6,8,6 and other numbers as well :3

By the way, credit for the fantastic image goes to

MorgueFiles: [link]

Of course I've edited it from the original as per the terms and conditions of use, but if you'd like to find great photos t' add t' yer art or to use as stock for FREE. Then MorgueFiles can help ye out ^^. They don't have a large selection, but they have a fair amount :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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Alone but Alive:

Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.

The coldest December,
Can you still remember?

Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!

Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.

Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.

The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!

Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold

-

Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.

Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.

Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...

On this cold and endless night...

When I'm finally pierced by the light...

And I awaken from this hell...

ALONE - BUT ALIVE!


-


Alive and again oh do I dare?

To give this heart and to lay it bare.


When heaven cast its fated die -

Alone this soul was left to lie...





"Alone, but alive..."




-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th November 2012
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Author's Comment:

Alright mates,

I guess I should start with an apology. Originally there was supposed to be a humour release tonight, but it was...flat. Literally it was dead, so I went to see my buddy Jerome to help me turn it into a song. We managed to do a somewhat rap-like version of Yohoho and a Bottle of Rum (to be released tomorrow or the day after), but after we talked for awhile...well I created this.

The background to this is actually funny, see, I was helping someone close to me yesterday, only to have someone I once considered close abandon me completely. It hit me like a shock-wave I suppose, but I ignored it and tanked through yesterday. I guess the full impact really didn't hit me till Jerome started playing his guitar.

The lyrics fell out pretty naturally and I sort got into the whole groove of it by the second portion. Its kind of metal/rock sort of song. The first portion is sung in a high-pitched male rocker type voice, while the bold section is semi-rapped in a deep Amon Amarth type growl. Both sections are repeated once in the same order (but slightly faster) and then the final section is sung by the same voice as the first, but this is done in an almost Evanescence type style to finish off with the last phrase in quotes whispered toward the end of the track.

It was pretty cool to jam with Jerome and I think it really helped me deal with this issue. It really sucks when someone, whom you consider a friend, just decides that they should cut-you off (lol :icongotyeplz:) and it just feels pretty low to be abandoned without them even trying to talk to you or try to salvage something from it.

I'm the type of guy that goes the distance when he's capable of helping and I'm honest if I'm not able to, hence I don't make promises I can't keep. One promise that is frequently broken though is the whole 'we'll definitely be friends' thing. I feel that if you don't want to make the effort to be friends with someone, and if you can't handle them at both their worst and their best, then don't even make the promise in the first place.

People who do this sort of thing will always be around and it always hurts to be abandoned (and we're not even talking a relationship here thank god xD), but I firmly believe that they will get their just desserts. The ugliness of their personality will definitely come out for all to see and eventually they suffer the same fate they inflicted upon you (and in their case it might even be worse). At that point, I hope that they'll think back and remember what they did and maybe change for the better.

As for me, I'd like to say thanks. Thanks for the memories and for the pain, because now I can even do this type of poetry. Adios amigo, I won't be looking back.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:

Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!

Okay, I'm sorry...

What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.

I'm sorry...

Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!

I'm sorry!

You're
Pat
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:

Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...

I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?

BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!

When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:

Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?

I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.

You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong

I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.

I thought a lot about the things you said...

The things that were my fault, my problems.

I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.

I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.

On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;

You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.

You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l
Machine ManMachine Man:

It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".

Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.

We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"

Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?

Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?

Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.

In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,

Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012


Other Literature by Me:
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:
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I. Introduction:

   I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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Can I Cut Yet?:

Hey, Hey Sadako
Hey...
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?

This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...

Okay, I guess I won't cut her

Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!

I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...

Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home

HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLESH?
WHAT ABOUT MY CHEEKS, MY HANDS, CAN I CUT THOSE TOO?

Sadako stares as though I'm crazy mad
but I'm not bad, I'm not bad
She looks at me with pity and takes my cutter from me
She puts it in a place where I cannot see...

It's always the same, she's always there
she always looks like I've made her sad
Hey, Hey Sadako...
Why are you so sad?
is it because I didn't cut anything today?
I see, okay, I'll cut something tomorrow then
and maybe then, then...


-Chen Yuan Wen, 29th August 2012
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Author's Comment:

Recently, I've seen a lot of poetry that deals with emotional issues and self-harm. However, it seems to focus only on a particular angle of self-harm, that is to say, those that do it out of frustration and sorrow.

Yet, self-harm also exists in the form of mental instability. An addiction to pain and a distortion from reality, usually reflected in schizophrenia which can create both auditory and visual hallucinations.

In this case I chose to narrate from the point of someone who is obviously blending into society on the surface (because he'd just be seen as a weird kid) but on the inside is very disturbed.

Sadako is a mental representation of his own self-restraint, his sane self and her name is a contrast with the J-Horror entity.

In any case, I wanted to use this piece as an experiment for my new idea and to test out what happens when I break away from the usual four line format.

Enjoy ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

P.S. Just before anyone raises the grammar and punctuation thing, I've heard it all before. I chose the particular grammar style to use the written word to its fullest form. Capitals, bold, italics, it's all a tool like different colours made to create a painting ^^

Other Poems by Me:
Overcome your Writer's Block Overcome your Writer's Block:

If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain

When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...

Oh well...

Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?

There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant a
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An Oath to My Father:



The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors

Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.

Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;

Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!

Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation

Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;

Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,

Especially whilst he stands before me! As his growls fill the mountain range -

So too shall he hear the roar of my oath! An oath of vengeance, sworn in blood:


FOR MIN FADER!



-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st November 2012
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Author's Comment:

Arrr, before anyone tells me. YES, I know th' phrase at the end o' th' poem is incorrect. I had t' improvise. Why? The proper Norwegian translation for (For My Father) is:

"For min Far"

Now the Dutch translation is "Voor mijn Vader" (which is pronouced almost th' same way as is written in th' poem). Hence, in order fer people who don't speak either o' these languages t' understand the impact of what the barbarian is sayin' at the end before 'e meets his destiny, I combined both to create "For Min Fader", which sounds pretty good in my opinion ^^;

Anywho, the poem I wrote t'night is a shot-glass style poem, although slightly longer than normal, but it also combines an emotional element and fantasy element (two prominent choices in the polls).

For those who voted fer 'Sadistic darkness', ye'll get what ye need on Saturday, ye can BELIEVE me about that :3. "Sensual Torture" will be released then AND read Live ;3

As fer the beast he's facin', I call it a Sungril Hellhound, which will be featured in the collaborative "Monster Compendium" between me uncles and me, ye'll have t' wait till next year t' get proper news about it, but here's a quick snippet from the Hellhound:

"The Sungril Hellhound, unlike the rest of its kin, is unique because it dwells only in the Frozen North-lands or in extremely cold places. It is also well known for being the toughest and most vicious species of Hellhound, owing to the fact that it can cast both Ice and Fire aligned spells. Consequently, it is immune to both types and therefore ridiculously difficult for any adventurer to best. The only elements that can scratch its thick, magic resilient hide are the elements of Earth and Lightning. Unfortunately, both will do a pitiful amount of visible damage as the Hellhound is of the demon race and hence bears an incredible resistance to any sort of magic. Pray that your warriors are strong enough to cut its flesh with the sharpness of their weapons alone, or you might quickly find yourself dying a rather ignominious death..."

Hope ye enjoyed that little snippet and remember, ye can always look forward t' a Chen-style fantasy, because I'll be showin' ye a world ye ain't never seen before lads... (and lasses xD)

-Captain Chenbeard o' th' Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...

I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -

I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Hallo
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little g
DishonouredDishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."



Other Literature by Me:
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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Sensual Torture:

You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...

Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...

Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...

Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...

We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...

Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the signal for our show to begin.

The pain and the pressure of blinking with torn eyelids
Will most likely force you to scrunch up your entire face.
And as you endure this agonizing trial, the first droplet of blood
Will slowly ride down toward your wounded eyes;
A gentle river of red, flowing down your skin.

It will eventually fall against your Sclera, searing it, burning it
It will make you blink and shiver with pain as your body jerks and convulses.
An endless cycle of discomfort and suffering, as that which should relieve it
Perpetuates it for an eternity...

That my friend, is when you truly realise what I can do with you
That is when you will pray to your gods for release; but none will come.
And I shall enjoy every moment of watching your mind break
As I gently and tenderly lick the cold sweat away from your neck.

The taste of fear, the gasps of air that are locked within your lungs;
A sensual torture that is beyond imagining. This pain, this pleasure
Is my gift to you. It is my art, my worship and my devotion
To the Lady whom I serve eternally.

Now tell me my dearest Bishop:

"Where is the temple keeping my loving queen Morgana?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2012
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If you'd like to hear me read this poem LIVE and do a little comedy then then check out episode 4 of my live show here: [link]

Author's Comment:

Arrr maties, this be me last official poem before me hiatus (I may still write on some days t' take a break). I'll be back full time on the 20th of November with another comeback episode on the 21st (where I'll do multiple readings of poems).

Anyway, about this poem itself. It's actually a scene preview for the story I'll be working on over the summer, containing an ALL NEW writing format that I've created. It's a Chen-style format and it will allow me to combine first-person and third-person writing. Want to see it? It's coming!

The scene I used is actually the main protagonist (though he's a villain) of the series, torturing one of the temple's Bishops. This character, Lin'Chen the Necromancer, is a dark and clearly sadistic individual with deep knowledge of pain. I mean common devices like thumb screws and the rack are all nice, but this is something you can do just by strapping someone in a chair and keeping them tied down. He prefers an elegant torture, because pain is an art and inflicting it is worship/devotion.

To those who requested the really sadistic darkness, I hope that this satisfies you. I certainly enjoyed writing it mmm...

Pirate accent will also be back on the 21st wh00

-Captain Chenbeard o' th' Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:

The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors

Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.

Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...

I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -

I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Hallo
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little g


Other Literature by Me:
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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