Post by Mr.Chocobo on Aug 13, 2011 18:54:32 GMT -5
I started writing a 3 part epic poem (If you dont know what an epic poem is, its basically a story in verse. Like the Iliad.)
I never finished the 1st part. I couldn't figure out how to start it. But the 2nd and 3rd parts got published.
So. Here it is.
dubbed;
Wings
[Part 1 -Unfinished-]
Men,
They control the world.
We three friends stand alone.
Wings upon our backs,
Two of black, one of white.
We seek the gift of the goddess,
To unravel the mystery.
But to ponder the mystery is in itself a gift.
But men, they are fools,
They have hurt our kind.
Anyone who is different,
Anyone who is special,
Anyone with wings of dark or light,
They all fail by human standards.
They start wars,
They kill their own people,
They are heartless with no remorse.
We are superiors.
But not all of us are for the same cause…
The Black winged one has his own agenda,
His traitorous ways will undo us all.
At the top of a mountain,
He revealed his plans.
To turn the men to beasts,
Not that it would take an effort.
(!-Needs finished.-!)
[Part 2 - Brotherhood No More]
Wings of dark and light spread afar
Beasts and men with swords drawn true
Worlds collide, hearts break
All because of you.
For there are some who gain all, while others fall.
Fellows cold in the winter nights,
Wail as their worlds break,
Their eyes as lifeless as stone.
Hearts as empty as a wight's.
Three friends clash, their hearts pure.
My friend, why art thou so cruel to me?
Do you fly away then?
To a place that will sanction a beast,
An illness with no cure?
Blades drawn, iron wills,
Curses rain, whilst heavens drain,
All shall enter the Goddess's till.
For men are no longer man.
Beasts now challenge beasts
Sword encrusted with the blood that flows
And who knows where the beasts spirit goes?
Wings of darkness spread now,
Consuming the world
In a black mist.
All but one are beasts in this world of black
For you have no hate, only joy.
For you are bringer of the dawn,
Lightning in the dark.
The three friends are now bitterest enemies,
For now and anon,
Feathers on the ground,
One a Hero, the other Fallen, the last Imprisoned.
Little is known about the imprisoned,
All your power sapped.
For you are bound.
A certain doom for you, fellow hero.
The one who is duely trapped.
Wings of black, apon black spread afar
Nothing left to lose
For black and white are not so different now
The one whos bound, may find his hope,
For though he is not bound by chains,
for he has wings of light,
Behold, bright!
His spirit shines through.
When beasts collide with swords drenched in friendly blood,
Our lives break,
The earth shakes,
And this is all apon our doorstep.
All in this world, where shadows hone true,
We all try to forget you,
The Hero who's wings try to stay pure,
White as fresh snow,
But you are good. Thus you must fall.
For what is purely good,
And serves the 'just cause'
Must one day turn,
Because of its many flaws.
This world of ours is ruined.
So let us flee, but bear in mind that we are we
For we are the beasts.
So let us in, to help tear apart your wings.
All that is lost, all thats sacred is hers, the Goddess.
In a final battle, with sword drawn high,
Two wings of light tear the many of dark apart,
Their end is surely nigh.
When the white wing breaks the dark in two,
The darkness shall lift,
Or shall the darkness break you?
"Do you say white? Not I, for I am Gray."
Says the old Hero, now realising the truth.
"Not light, nor dark. But a better medium.
I kill when I must and spare when I please.
While you, White, will sink into the old dark,
I'll stay in my place."
"For this is the way of all things true, as bleak as it may seem.
The good turns to bad, the shine loses its brilliance,
And I stay true.
For what is good, but a point of view?"
And White thought,
And his thought brought,
Thoughts of betrayal.
"My friend, the fates are cruel.
As your wings of Gray
Take away,
All that I loved in you.
Thus I shall slay your justice, and keep it for myself.
For ever more, we will be encased in battle,
Wings stripped, perhaps,
Even when the end is nigh.
One last battle, there must be, so prepare to die."
[Part 3 - End of Friends]
"I have nothing."
Said Gray, last of the true.
"This sword is my only ally.
But I must tell you something,
This world is at its edge.
The men and beasts are all the same.
Even those with fame,
Like you and I…
Now I draw my sword,
Now heed my word.
So don’t proceed to fly away now.
Mine grey wings cut yours on white,
All you humans with all your flaws,
I’ll drive you to the edge of the map,
Even when you scratch with thine claws,
You beasts shall meet your end."
And the Black that was once White
Looked apon his old friend.
"You non-commital fool!
I will end your existance,
And take your justice
As my jewel!"
And Gray swung his sword,
The death of friendship.
"Watch me now as I fly to doom,
My onlookers do in a fateful gloom.
You so-called hero,
Will meet your end,
You, to thy maker I shall send!"
I fight with the strength of tens,
I’m the best of all the men.
And yet you see yourself as better yet,
You fly around like a dart,
Perhaps you seek to be a martyr?
Whatever your plans I seek your end,
My friend,
I’ll kill you where you stand!
With a parry, a thrust,
It is surely a must,
That you die a bloody death!
Your grave is already laid,
In honor of the hero that once was.
With all of your twistedness,
All of your lust,
It shall do you no avail!
Your sword is broken in half my friend.
The sword that imprisoned your brothers,
In both cage and death both.
The world you knew has been regained,
But you could not let it go.
As final traitorous act,
The old White winged Hero,
Grasped the remains of his sword.
He jabbed and he thrust his blade,
Right into Gray's white heart.
'Gasp did he, death has claimed me,
But not until my job is done.
And so I cut, the miserable runt's
Wings into pieces.
Then all became clear,
In his deathly leer,
His Black eyes turned back to norm
He became the one I once loved
Back to his goodly form.
White feathers on the ground…
Do you fly away?
I see my friends… my loyal friends.
Those strong and faithful three.
I bestow my story onto thee.'
And as the life left his body…
White doth say
“And so comes the end.
I’ve brought peace and safety to all that remain.
Humanity is alive again.”
The war of the beasts is over.
Men are now men, not beasts.
Now we bury our dead.
And pray we never need another Hero,
Except in our time of utmost dread.
And so my wings of Light carry me,
Unto this final end.
I collapse on the ground,
As the crowd gathers round.
To take me to my grave.
This is the last of the winged people.
No black, no white, no grey.
All that remains is truth and love,
Even throughout the rain.
The gift of the goddess bestowed on you,
The three friends have done their job.
Men now rule,
So un-cruel,
This is now the end.
The bodies of the three friends,
Were lain side by side.
And burned with honours so true.
I leave my life and my story now,
The gift of the goddess is for you.
The mystery is finished.
For all that happens,
All the hatred…
Men will govern it all.
For lives lost,
And the terrible cost,
It is all repaid in the end.
Peace and prosperity has won the day,
All it takes is one to battle through the fray,
Remember this message,
No matter what.
If a Hero is sought,
Just look inside the vault
For as weak as you may be,
A Hero people will seek,
And you shall stand alone.
My ashes fly into the sky,
My final journey completed.
Farewell my friends,
My soul is to about to send...
Or does it ever truly end?
[-Fin-]
I never finished the 1st part. I couldn't figure out how to start it. But the 2nd and 3rd parts got published.
So. Here it is.dubbed;
Wings
[Part 1 -Unfinished-]
Men,
They control the world.
We three friends stand alone.
Wings upon our backs,
Two of black, one of white.
We seek the gift of the goddess,
To unravel the mystery.
But to ponder the mystery is in itself a gift.
But men, they are fools,
They have hurt our kind.
Anyone who is different,
Anyone who is special,
Anyone with wings of dark or light,
They all fail by human standards.
They start wars,
They kill their own people,
They are heartless with no remorse.
We are superiors.
But not all of us are for the same cause…
The Black winged one has his own agenda,
His traitorous ways will undo us all.
At the top of a mountain,
He revealed his plans.
To turn the men to beasts,
Not that it would take an effort.
(!-Needs finished.-!)
[Part 2 - Brotherhood No More]
Wings of dark and light spread afar
Beasts and men with swords drawn true
Worlds collide, hearts break
All because of you.
For there are some who gain all, while others fall.
Fellows cold in the winter nights,
Wail as their worlds break,
Their eyes as lifeless as stone.
Hearts as empty as a wight's.
Three friends clash, their hearts pure.
My friend, why art thou so cruel to me?
Do you fly away then?
To a place that will sanction a beast,
An illness with no cure?
Blades drawn, iron wills,
Curses rain, whilst heavens drain,
All shall enter the Goddess's till.
For men are no longer man.
Beasts now challenge beasts
Sword encrusted with the blood that flows
And who knows where the beasts spirit goes?
Wings of darkness spread now,
Consuming the world
In a black mist.
All but one are beasts in this world of black
For you have no hate, only joy.
For you are bringer of the dawn,
Lightning in the dark.
The three friends are now bitterest enemies,
For now and anon,
Feathers on the ground,
One a Hero, the other Fallen, the last Imprisoned.
Little is known about the imprisoned,
All your power sapped.
For you are bound.
A certain doom for you, fellow hero.
The one who is duely trapped.
Wings of black, apon black spread afar
Nothing left to lose
For black and white are not so different now
The one whos bound, may find his hope,
For though he is not bound by chains,
for he has wings of light,
Behold, bright!
His spirit shines through.
When beasts collide with swords drenched in friendly blood,
Our lives break,
The earth shakes,
And this is all apon our doorstep.
All in this world, where shadows hone true,
We all try to forget you,
The Hero who's wings try to stay pure,
White as fresh snow,
But you are good. Thus you must fall.
For what is purely good,
And serves the 'just cause'
Must one day turn,
Because of its many flaws.
This world of ours is ruined.
So let us flee, but bear in mind that we are we
For we are the beasts.
So let us in, to help tear apart your wings.
All that is lost, all thats sacred is hers, the Goddess.
In a final battle, with sword drawn high,
Two wings of light tear the many of dark apart,
Their end is surely nigh.
When the white wing breaks the dark in two,
The darkness shall lift,
Or shall the darkness break you?
"Do you say white? Not I, for I am Gray."
Says the old Hero, now realising the truth.
"Not light, nor dark. But a better medium.
I kill when I must and spare when I please.
While you, White, will sink into the old dark,
I'll stay in my place."
"For this is the way of all things true, as bleak as it may seem.
The good turns to bad, the shine loses its brilliance,
And I stay true.
For what is good, but a point of view?"
And White thought,
And his thought brought,
Thoughts of betrayal.
"My friend, the fates are cruel.
As your wings of Gray
Take away,
All that I loved in you.
Thus I shall slay your justice, and keep it for myself.
For ever more, we will be encased in battle,
Wings stripped, perhaps,
Even when the end is nigh.
One last battle, there must be, so prepare to die."
[Part 3 - End of Friends]
"I have nothing."
Said Gray, last of the true.
"This sword is my only ally.
But I must tell you something,
This world is at its edge.
The men and beasts are all the same.
Even those with fame,
Like you and I…
Now I draw my sword,
Now heed my word.
So don’t proceed to fly away now.
Mine grey wings cut yours on white,
All you humans with all your flaws,
I’ll drive you to the edge of the map,
Even when you scratch with thine claws,
You beasts shall meet your end."
And the Black that was once White
Looked apon his old friend.
"You non-commital fool!
I will end your existance,
And take your justice
As my jewel!"
And Gray swung his sword,
The death of friendship.
"Watch me now as I fly to doom,
My onlookers do in a fateful gloom.
You so-called hero,
Will meet your end,
You, to thy maker I shall send!"
I fight with the strength of tens,
I’m the best of all the men.
And yet you see yourself as better yet,
You fly around like a dart,
Perhaps you seek to be a martyr?
Whatever your plans I seek your end,
My friend,
I’ll kill you where you stand!
With a parry, a thrust,
It is surely a must,
That you die a bloody death!
Your grave is already laid,
In honor of the hero that once was.
With all of your twistedness,
All of your lust,
It shall do you no avail!
Your sword is broken in half my friend.
The sword that imprisoned your brothers,
In both cage and death both.
The world you knew has been regained,
But you could not let it go.
As final traitorous act,
The old White winged Hero,
Grasped the remains of his sword.
He jabbed and he thrust his blade,
Right into Gray's white heart.
'Gasp did he, death has claimed me,
But not until my job is done.
And so I cut, the miserable runt's
Wings into pieces.
Then all became clear,
In his deathly leer,
His Black eyes turned back to norm
He became the one I once loved
Back to his goodly form.
White feathers on the ground…
Do you fly away?
I see my friends… my loyal friends.
Those strong and faithful three.
I bestow my story onto thee.'
And as the life left his body…
White doth say
“And so comes the end.
I’ve brought peace and safety to all that remain.
Humanity is alive again.”
The war of the beasts is over.
Men are now men, not beasts.
Now we bury our dead.
And pray we never need another Hero,
Except in our time of utmost dread.
And so my wings of Light carry me,
Unto this final end.
I collapse on the ground,
As the crowd gathers round.
To take me to my grave.
This is the last of the winged people.
No black, no white, no grey.
All that remains is truth and love,
Even throughout the rain.
The gift of the goddess bestowed on you,
The three friends have done their job.
Men now rule,
So un-cruel,
This is now the end.
The bodies of the three friends,
Were lain side by side.
And burned with honours so true.
I leave my life and my story now,
The gift of the goddess is for you.
The mystery is finished.
For all that happens,
All the hatred…
Men will govern it all.
For lives lost,
And the terrible cost,
It is all repaid in the end.
Peace and prosperity has won the day,
All it takes is one to battle through the fray,
Remember this message,
No matter what.
If a Hero is sought,
Just look inside the vault
For as weak as you may be,
A Hero people will seek,
And you shall stand alone.
My ashes fly into the sky,
My final journey completed.
Farewell my friends,
My soul is to about to send...
Or does it ever truly end?
[-Fin-]
Or maybe it's because it was so long and I'm an impatient bugger. Or maybe what you needed to say could have been said in a few less words.
Cheers to a good job done.