dogfacedboy uk1
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This one is inspired by Iron Clad, a little bit of this and that and other influences thrown into it as well. My third new poem, I am pretty pleased with it I think.
I have a tale I'd like to tell,
A story dark,
With bloodied end and bitter smell.
A story, in truth all about me,
My guilt laid bare for all to see.
After wars and battles, and so much blood,
I laid my armour in the mud.
I threw my sword to the lake,
And holy vows I chose to take.
A silent life inside a cell,
With holy books to make me well,
No steel skin to save my bone,
But hooded robes and a life alone.
Meditation
And contemplation,
Rest my soul to avoid temptation.
My heart was lost,
In a place so dark,
So deep, a place so vast.
I was a soul alone,
In some place unknown,
Devoid of love and as cold as stone.
My first battle had been a hard won thing,
And ever after, guilt did sting.
Men who died screaming upon my blade,
Men I crushed underfoot in mud now laid.
Men now dead, by my hand,
Men who lay, while I now stand.
One freezing winters, silent night,
I stood alone by candlelight,
My troubled thoughts whispered by,
Devilish tongues who heard me cry,
Who smelled fresh blood upon this soul,
Who saw their chance to devour whole,
A hundred demons did dine that night,
A hundred demons with such dark might.
Upon my thoughts these miseries dark tendrils crept,
Upon my heart, whilst I slept,
Gripped my mind,
In artful bind,
Trapped by thoughts that made me blind,
To lose all heart, no hope for me,
No future sight, no will to see.
With this heart, a poisoned thing,
I searched the land, peace to bring,
To find my soul, to free my mind,
From demon bonds that tight did bind.
One day I chanced upon a lady by a lake,
Asleep forever, save kiss to wake,
I knelt beside her and fell in love,
But my kiss was black and not enough.
I cried aloud, I cried to God,
Who struck me down with lawful rod.
Clouded visions took my mind,
And sword of wisdom cleaved lies aside,
Then the way was shown clear to me,
Of hidden caverns by the sea.
The Heavens opened, clouds did part,
And lightning struck my armoured heart,
Four angels flew down, beside my breast,
And healed my worries with deep caress,
To prepare this knight for battles ahead,
To slay the demons who upon him fed.
And in time I came to find,
The place they hid within my mind.
A place down by the Endless sea,
An entrance hidden by rotted weed.
I travelled down to caverns deep,
I travelled far with no sleep,
To a place, where shapeless monsters haunt and lurk,
Where shadows glide,
And creeping things slither through despairing murk.
Where hatred hides,
Where love will die,
Where our darkest thoughts well hidden lie,
A place so evil Angels cry.
And so I walked this caverns path,
Endless tunnels,
No light of day, nor warmth from hearth,
Then I heard my soul cry out to me,
To break its chains and set it free.
To take sharpened sword to deadly beasts,
With ripping teeth,
Whose bloodied feasts,
Had torn my hope, my dreams, myself,
To shredded pieces of worthless wealth.
Would that I could do this deed,
My sword arm feeble like withered weed.
My strength was sapped from battles past,
With injuries old that forever last.
I gritted teeth and raised my shield,
I swore an oath to never yield,
Put foot through door of dankened cell,
Smelled wretched stench from stinking Hell.
And there the great beast did slither,
It hissed at me and bid me hither,
This ancient Wyrm who dripped such slime,
Spat poisoned words in archaic rhyme,
It swayed and snapped with razor teeth,
I drew my sword from its sheath,
Sang praise to God and swung my blade,
It dodged aside to shadows shade.
Once again it spoke its rhyme,
Powered words as old as time.
And mists arose from cold chill air,
About the Wyrm within it's lair,
Old, dark magic conjured born,
A shape like me with demon horn,
And behind him a chattering of devils massed,
Who laughed and sang and did harass,
Whose words were sharper than any sword,
These taunting voices sang by horde.
So I fell before this host of doom,
In a corner of darkened gloom,
The demon me looked down,
With pointed sword to my neck,
Looked at me like some worthless speck,
I hung my head in deepest shame,
And prayed for death to end this game.
Then darkness took me, I don't know where,
I remember not and do not care.
This time away an act of God,
And mortal mind can fathom not.
That's my story my dearest friend,
My story's not quite yet at end.
Now I stand, in my cell,
My place of peace,
And my living Hell.
Forgot to mention it was a long one.......
I have a tale I'd like to tell,
A story dark,
With bloodied end and bitter smell.
A story, in truth all about me,
My guilt laid bare for all to see.
After wars and battles, and so much blood,
I laid my armour in the mud.
I threw my sword to the lake,
And holy vows I chose to take.
A silent life inside a cell,
With holy books to make me well,
No steel skin to save my bone,
But hooded robes and a life alone.
Meditation
And contemplation,
Rest my soul to avoid temptation.
My heart was lost,
In a place so dark,
So deep, a place so vast.
I was a soul alone,
In some place unknown,
Devoid of love and as cold as stone.
My first battle had been a hard won thing,
And ever after, guilt did sting.
Men who died screaming upon my blade,
Men I crushed underfoot in mud now laid.
Men now dead, by my hand,
Men who lay, while I now stand.
One freezing winters, silent night,
I stood alone by candlelight,
My troubled thoughts whispered by,
Devilish tongues who heard me cry,
Who smelled fresh blood upon this soul,
Who saw their chance to devour whole,
A hundred demons did dine that night,
A hundred demons with such dark might.
Upon my thoughts these miseries dark tendrils crept,
Upon my heart, whilst I slept,
Gripped my mind,
In artful bind,
Trapped by thoughts that made me blind,
To lose all heart, no hope for me,
No future sight, no will to see.
With this heart, a poisoned thing,
I searched the land, peace to bring,
To find my soul, to free my mind,
From demon bonds that tight did bind.
One day I chanced upon a lady by a lake,
Asleep forever, save kiss to wake,
I knelt beside her and fell in love,
But my kiss was black and not enough.
I cried aloud, I cried to God,
Who struck me down with lawful rod.
Clouded visions took my mind,
And sword of wisdom cleaved lies aside,
Then the way was shown clear to me,
Of hidden caverns by the sea.
The Heavens opened, clouds did part,
And lightning struck my armoured heart,
Four angels flew down, beside my breast,
And healed my worries with deep caress,
To prepare this knight for battles ahead,
To slay the demons who upon him fed.
And in time I came to find,
The place they hid within my mind.
A place down by the Endless sea,
An entrance hidden by rotted weed.
I travelled down to caverns deep,
I travelled far with no sleep,
To a place, where shapeless monsters haunt and lurk,
Where shadows glide,
And creeping things slither through despairing murk.
Where hatred hides,
Where love will die,
Where our darkest thoughts well hidden lie,
A place so evil Angels cry.
And so I walked this caverns path,
Endless tunnels,
No light of day, nor warmth from hearth,
Then I heard my soul cry out to me,
To break its chains and set it free.
To take sharpened sword to deadly beasts,
With ripping teeth,
Whose bloodied feasts,
Had torn my hope, my dreams, myself,
To shredded pieces of worthless wealth.
Would that I could do this deed,
My sword arm feeble like withered weed.
My strength was sapped from battles past,
With injuries old that forever last.
I gritted teeth and raised my shield,
I swore an oath to never yield,
Put foot through door of dankened cell,
Smelled wretched stench from stinking Hell.
And there the great beast did slither,
It hissed at me and bid me hither,
This ancient Wyrm who dripped such slime,
Spat poisoned words in archaic rhyme,
It swayed and snapped with razor teeth,
I drew my sword from its sheath,
Sang praise to God and swung my blade,
It dodged aside to shadows shade.
Once again it spoke its rhyme,
Powered words as old as time.
And mists arose from cold chill air,
About the Wyrm within it's lair,
Old, dark magic conjured born,
A shape like me with demon horn,
And behind him a chattering of devils massed,
Who laughed and sang and did harass,
Whose words were sharper than any sword,
These taunting voices sang by horde.
So I fell before this host of doom,
In a corner of darkened gloom,
The demon me looked down,
With pointed sword to my neck,
Looked at me like some worthless speck,
I hung my head in deepest shame,
And prayed for death to end this game.
Then darkness took me, I don't know where,
I remember not and do not care.
This time away an act of God,
And mortal mind can fathom not.
That's my story my dearest friend,
My story's not quite yet at end.
Now I stand, in my cell,
My place of peace,
And my living Hell.
Forgot to mention it was a long one.......
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