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Where Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
without concern for what is left behind
Even if I could close my eyes in endless rest
The thought of you keeps me breathing...


The angel that leads me, deep in dark, where I seem to fade;
The lonely spark that keeps me, is the warmth of your heart...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th September 2012
If you enjoyed it, don't forget to fave it ^^

If you'd like to hear this poem read and sung, please check out the second episode of WordofChen Live here: [link]

Author's Comment:

Alright so, as you might notice the quality of this poem is not 100% as compared to my previous works. Reason being its the first poem of its type, a hybrid poem that can be sung as well as read.

Obviously this creates deep difficulty for the writer, because the way something is sung allows for alterations in grammar and lengthy pauses that cause reading to be badly disturbed.

That said, the only way to overcome this is to compromise between the two so I hope this poem was able to do that. Please keep this in mind when critiquing.

Other than that, it is also an early birthday present for :icondarlingangel0565:, her birthday is 1st of October, but I hope she enjoys this ^^

Happy early birthday Angel ^^ WHOO!

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
Why I Hate My Life Why I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is
My Beautiful Filth My Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance
Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my
Letting Go of You Letting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon


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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Waking Nightmares:

It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…

The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…

Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…

What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'…

My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs—

'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the more I am called; the more I shall unleash.
Chaos shall spread and all shall be consumed!
You will be the catalyst that frees me, my wretched egg of birth'

I try to deny his words, but my hands are quickly shackled as I am brought against the wall
My feet seem to sink into the ground and my mouth then melts away, leaving me trapped and mute.
I stare with eyes that convey no meaning, not to a single creature in that room
For in my company, all that remains — is the withering ash of our hopeless doom…

-

Woah doctor, you ain't lookin' so good. You been sleepin' alright?
Maybe you oughta take the night off and rest, you look like hell…

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th October 2012
If you enjoyed this piece, please take a moment to fave it ^^

Note: This poem is part of a series!
Previous: [link]
Next: COMING SOON!

If you'd like to hear me read this poem live and enjoy some humour. Check out episode 3 of my live show here: [link]

Author's Comment:

Alright so, along with the release of the third episode here is the second poem in the Liquefaction series. Compared to the first one...Doctor Cecil doesn't seem to be doing so good. I wonder what'll happen next. Please enjoy my reading and sorry for the screwup at the end, I choked on it, but had to press on ^^;

Don't forget to send notes about what you want me to talk about during the episode. I love to get fan suggestions about topics and if you want me to discuss something then SEND A NOTE :3.

Other than that, keep tuning in, keep faving and commenting and pretty soon we're gonna rule the world. Thank you everyone for always supporting me at Word of Chen. Now let's show the world what the REAL deal is all about. *Totally posing in an epic portrait with everyone behind* Hellz yeah :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
This is for the Reader This is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...

-

When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

-

So this is the only way, that
FEAR FEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
She's Not Your Toy She's Not Your Toy:

Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...

Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean

The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...

A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...

Happy birthday sweeth
Sorry I'm A Man Sorry I'm A Man:

He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be

The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail

"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure

Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity

Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a


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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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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Remember Your Dues:

You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.

Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.

But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.

You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.

But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!

But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.

No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?

-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
Hey everyone ^^

Tonight's work is more of practice for the Captain rather than anything representative. He was working with rhyme to see how far he could go either twisting words or phrases to make them fit with the context.

Overall I think it turned out rather nicely o3o.

So enjoy everybody, I'll get him to rap it sometime, you have my promise on that~ PYON! <3 (still waiting for my pay rise for doing this =_+)

-Co-Captain Bunny Hayes
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Counting All The Voices:

How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.

       As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.

I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.

       But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!

Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept

       That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
 



Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/




-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
Aye maties,

Just thought I'd have a little mid-day fun with mental instability. Not exactly the best time for a release but MEH! I thought this was quite funny :3

A big thank you to all who favourited my previous work 'Undying', I'll have the thank you journal done shortly :3

Also, totally unrelated, but my new book '50 Little Glasses' is in progress, support me by buying stuff O3O do eeet naaao.

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

If you like my work and want to support me. Come buy my e-book for $1.99. I promise an epic fantasy you won't forget:



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Want to sell your soul to me? Join up with my pirate crew:

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This is for the Reader:

With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...


-

When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told—
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light…

-

So this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks


-

I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put away my fear
And now I'm sitting here, ab-so-lute-ly clear
I know exactly what I should say to you my dear…

-

That this is the only way, that I can—
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me,
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks


-

To every reader out there, thank you for your support!
You're the one that makes the artist


-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th October 2012
If you enjoyed this piece, please take a moment to fave it ^^

If you'd like to view the second episode of WordofChen Live to hear my reading and singing style go here: [link]

Author's Comment:

Sooo...most of you probably know what happened today. I'm waiting for DA to get back to me with an answer about whether or not messages can just randomly vanish, but I know that they probably can't be retrieve :/

That said, I felt reaaaally bad about it because I'm someone who's used to thanking his supporters. Although it may take me weeks to get around to doing anything...it still feels REALLY bad if you don't get a chance to properly respond to people who like your works.

So, I started thinking about what I could do about it and I decided I would try a combination, song + rap + poem and put it up here. A little thank you piece for each and every one of my readers and supports.

Some artists like to think they're good because they are the ones producing the work, but that's incorrect. Any business student knows that the product is only as valuable as the consumers deem it to be. Therefore, to everyone who continues to read and support my work...you're really all very important to me and that's why I take replies and other stuff so seriously while other artists might question why I'm so hung up about it.

I felt that until I posted a piece like this, I would not be able to make more proper work ^^; So hopefully you enjoyed it. The bold is poetry, normal is rap and the italics are sung (chorus, though its probably obvious from the writing style).

Again, thank you all for reading

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
FEAR FEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
She's Not Your Toy She's Not Your Toy:

Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...

Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean

The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...

A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...

Happy birthday sweeth
Sorry I'm A Man Sorry I'm A Man:

He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be

The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail

"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure

Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity

Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a
Where Angels Play Where Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wi


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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Dishonoured:

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..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
If ye enjoyed this, please don't forget t' fave it, each one tells me yer actually enjoyin'. Otherwise I worry I may not be holdin' yer interest yar?

Now then, lads and lasses, I hope ye'll lend me ye ears fer awhile.

I've known about the problem of parasitic authors on DA fer quite awhile, but the problem doesn't seem t' be gettin' better. Rather, it's gettin' much worse.

What is a parasitic author? Someone who uses the artwork of another in their lit. submissions and doesn't give proper credit

Now, it's common knowledge. If ye don't own it, DON'T use it. That's infringement of copyright and t' use th' urban slang fer it, "You're dick-riding man..."

Essentially th' thing t' remember is that giving credit and asking fer permission is a common courtesy. A lot of artist simply like to put:

"Image not mine, searched it up"

Even if ye do a google search. Here's th' correct way t' do things:

"This image is not owned by me, the original artist is [website/artist name] and the original artwork can be found here: [link]. I have obtained the artist's permission to use it as a cover."

If everyone did that, then honestly, there wouldn't be any problems.

'owever, what I see most o' th' time is authors bein' VERY flippant about these basic rules o' courtesy and instead thinkin' that sayin' they don't own it, is enough t' allow them t' use it. They often like t' say:

"Hey man, chill, I'm not doing it for attention!"

But...if yer not...then why not let ye words speak fer themselves?

I think it is an extreme dishonour, upon all of us as poets, if we support those that unfairly abuse the works of others without concern fer the original artist. One of the groups I'm in has stated:

'No credit, no acceptance'. I think that's a fair rule because when you use something, ye must always give credit to one whose work ye are usin'.

Therefore, I implore ye all as me readers and fellow lit. folk. If ye see a piece with an art cover and it seems pretty clear from their gallery and description that they don't produce these covers. Then speak t' them and the original artist and make sure they understand that giving credit is the HONOURABLE way of usin' cover art. If ye don't give credit, then you'll lose yer honour.

Do ye want t' be like Prince Zuko? Didn't think so lads...

-Captain Chenbeard o' the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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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
Please take a moment to fave my work, it adds to my popularity ranking and really let's me know you've enjoyed my work ^^

If you'd like to hear me read poems and do a little comedy live then then check out episode 3 of my live show here: [link]

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:

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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...

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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...

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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..."



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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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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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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

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