Heavyporker
15-09-04, 19:42
Delmann had this great idea that I post some Neocron poetry even though I missed the deadline for the contest, so here's my crack. Sorry I took so long in posting up, but been a little weird around here lately. Only a bit, but the timeline didn't leave me a lot of time, and I forgot the rules for haiku so I couldn't churn out lots of short ones.
First short one:
"Terrormauler"
gaunt visage of death,
sinewy creature of desert,
hunger and instinct intense,
rage and strength no dearth,
culminating in flame dense,
danger reaching out in breath,
wreathed in electrifying aura.
Next one was much broader and longer in scope. I like it a LOT.
"Neocron and York"
Countless seasons after the first Blinding Light,
survivors still scrabble for sustenance from dead stones,
but men's ambition burn still undimmed,
and two new empires have arose fed by fire,
the fire banked by learned sages forseeing doom,
Neocron of the south sea, and York of the northen cliffs,
intrigue and grief fly between the new giants,
steel and teeth bare to unmask fury and rage,
men against men and spilling blood to no avail,
so the southern city moves to breed men beyond men,
and the northern city turns to machines bloodless,
now real destruction begins to descend upon the land,
yet it does not slake the bloodthirst of rulers-to-be,
and the atomic fire that felled the first world blazes,
linked minds labor to outwit and sieze victory,
and in success blow the salty wind over the stony gates,
with a vassal to lord over the defeated and gather riches,
the atomic winds stifle men's voices and ambition,
and all turn to healing and forgetting the past,
then the seasons whirl past the wastelands,
until baleful eyes wake to a dictatorship wreathed in sun,
guarded by unblinking eyes reading out the laws of men,
amidst a storm of cries for freedom and wealth,
and the once-defeated brush the decay off,
and their machines sputter southwards 'er the sands,
for now its war, war, war!
Fino. I hope you enjoy reading them. not much, but I think its a fair start. Oh, and don't forget to post your opinions or more poems, be nice to get the community's artistic side up out once again.
First short one:
"Terrormauler"
gaunt visage of death,
sinewy creature of desert,
hunger and instinct intense,
rage and strength no dearth,
culminating in flame dense,
danger reaching out in breath,
wreathed in electrifying aura.
Next one was much broader and longer in scope. I like it a LOT.
"Neocron and York"
Countless seasons after the first Blinding Light,
survivors still scrabble for sustenance from dead stones,
but men's ambition burn still undimmed,
and two new empires have arose fed by fire,
the fire banked by learned sages forseeing doom,
Neocron of the south sea, and York of the northen cliffs,
intrigue and grief fly between the new giants,
steel and teeth bare to unmask fury and rage,
men against men and spilling blood to no avail,
so the southern city moves to breed men beyond men,
and the northern city turns to machines bloodless,
now real destruction begins to descend upon the land,
yet it does not slake the bloodthirst of rulers-to-be,
and the atomic fire that felled the first world blazes,
linked minds labor to outwit and sieze victory,
and in success blow the salty wind over the stony gates,
with a vassal to lord over the defeated and gather riches,
the atomic winds stifle men's voices and ambition,
and all turn to healing and forgetting the past,
then the seasons whirl past the wastelands,
until baleful eyes wake to a dictatorship wreathed in sun,
guarded by unblinking eyes reading out the laws of men,
amidst a storm of cries for freedom and wealth,
and the once-defeated brush the decay off,
and their machines sputter southwards 'er the sands,
for now its war, war, war!
Fino. I hope you enjoy reading them. not much, but I think its a fair start. Oh, and don't forget to post your opinions or more poems, be nice to get the community's artistic side up out once again.