Post by ♦€rida♦ on Jul 25, 2010 23:38:03 GMT -5
Sorry that this is a little late. Better late then never I suppose. Please vote for the poem that you believe best describes the situation of Chantal and Ondrea being taken by Typhoon and other Barzakh members from the Metnal territory. These poems were able to be written to any length, any style, and from any view.
Please complete your vote by 7/30/2010.
Abraxes' Poem:
[From Thorn's perspective]
Syph's Poem
From Barzakh's Perspective
Please complete your vote by 7/30/2010.
Abraxes' Poem:
[From Thorn's perspective]
I feel something,
But I do not feel the guilt that would cost my heart
The Thorns that would rake my skin
I do not feel the giddy of the lost
Or the desire to smirk
But I feel something, because of my bossy blood
As they took the princesses away
I can only sway and stay
Yet if I jumped
They'd take me too
If I spoke
They'd take me too
But I can't and never will
That would've made the huge difference,
If I could
But I do not feel the guilt that would cost my heart
The Thorns that would rake my skin
I do not feel the giddy of the lost
Or the desire to smirk
But I feel something, because of my bossy blood
As they took the princesses away
I can only sway and stay
Yet if I jumped
They'd take me too
If I spoke
They'd take me too
But I can't and never will
That would've made the huge difference,
If I could
Syph's Poem
From Barzakh's Perspective
We've come a hunting through the tumbling stone,
With silent paws and skills we've honed.
Seek not the flesh of enemy or prey,
Whatever the Metnal scum might say.
Our goal holds more honor it is true,
From the shadows we seek life anew.
Taking from their evil clutch,
Souls whose lives have become to much.
Swift now before they raise the call,
And bring havoc down upon us all.
Snatch up the bitches daughters,
We shall reunite them with their father!
With silent paws and skills we've honed.
Seek not the flesh of enemy or prey,
Whatever the Metnal scum might say.
Our goal holds more honor it is true,
From the shadows we seek life anew.
Taking from their evil clutch,
Souls whose lives have become to much.
Swift now before they raise the call,
And bring havoc down upon us all.
Snatch up the bitches daughters,
We shall reunite them with their father!
