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Title: Poetry!
Post by: Vetam on Jun 21 2007, 01:57 PM
Yay?

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Nogitsune

In the falling, pouring rain -
    You will find nothing but pain -
      As the night again falls -
        We will haunt you with our calls.

        Lead to gold, eternal search -
          Down the forbidden hall, we lurch -
            Drawing ever near to death -
              Drown in sorrow - take your last breath.

                  Manipulate your forbidden fears -
                    Scoff at sorrows, laugh at tears -
                      As you lay dying there -
                        You'll learn that life isn't fair.




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Shattered Soul

Falling down into the black abyss -
Always dreaming of the last kiss -
Rend my soul with your harsh words -
In the light; fly the black birds.

Drag me down - down to the hole -
See you tatter and fray my soul -
Pull me in - into your sin -
Now I bow - then you win.

The fox lays at your feet -
Looking up, eyes so meek -
You kick its side one last time -
Tear your throat, end this rhyme.


Two so far, more to come. Hope ya liked it.
 
Title: Poetry!
Post by: BlueKitsune S on Jun 21 2007, 01:59 PM
Very nice!
Title: Poetry!
Post by: Vetam on Jun 22 2007, 12:32 AM
This is a sad, lonely, morbid tale -
One, perhaps, of lips so pale.

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          The Station



I trod down the hallway, my gun held high -
I can hear the moaning, am I going to die?
My footpaws tred upon metallic ground -
I follow the station's walkways around.

The klaxon sounds, I run to heed its call -
I don't stop to see what's on the wall.
A scientist there, hanging by his head -
A grisly warning, it had filled me with dread.

Creeping down the dark corridor, gun in paw -
I train my sights upon that of a bloody saw.
I head a hideous howling coming from ahead -
I shake, I shudder, I wish I was in bed.

I proceed onwards, into the dimly lit room -
I hear a ripping, perhaps a signal of my doom.
I let out a small squeak as I spot it there -
A malformed hideous demon, the size of a bear.

It turned its head, it heard my pitiful call -
I turn, I run, I'm almost out, but I fall.
The gun slides across the floor from my paw -
Tears form in my eyes, I hear the raven's caw.

My legs curl up, as I whimper in dread -
Will it eat me, will I perhaps be dead?
I hear it walk closer, my fears confirmed -
I cry out loud, I see my mate - she's burned.

I grit my teeth, and let out a scream of rage -
I grab the gun, three rounds at the necrophage.
Shots land in its head, what luck, I think.
It dropped to the ground, without another blink.

I drop the gun, I pad over to my mate -
I drop to her side, the feelings.. I can't take.
She's dead, I thought, and it's on their time -
I pick up the gun, load a bullet, no, this was mine.

I point it to my head, tears streaming down -
I let loose into my head, that last brass round.
As it enters my brain, I have a last thought -
I do wonder how valiantly she had fought.

   ~Vetam

Refrences to my past mate, the one who died -
While writing this, I swear to god, I cried.
Title: Poetry!
Post by: BlueKitsune S on Jun 22 2007, 12:40 PM
o.o wow You're a great poet and that made me tear up a bit...