Post by ching on Apr 29, 2004 22:38:34 GMT -5
My daughter had an assignment to write a 'dark' poem.
I liked it and thought I would share it. It also seemed like a new mob or two that needed creating.
I liked it and thought I would share it. It also seemed like a new mob or two that needed creating.
"TERROR OF THE NIGHT
BEWARE MY CHILD, TO SLUMBER.
FOR WITH IT HE MAY COME.
THE CHANCES HE MISSES ARE SELDOM.
HE COMES UPON HIS MOUNT,
THAT JET BLACK STALLION,
WHOSE STRENGTH IS GREATER THAN A BATTALION.
FLAMES WREATHE ITS STEELY HOOVES,
TRAIL FROM ITS MOUTH AS A SINNER'S TRAILS LIES.
AND SMOLDER IN THE DEPTHS OF ITS DARK EYES.
BUT LO, THE BEAST IS NOTHING.
THE ONE TO FEAR IS HE.
MERCY HE SHALL NEVER SHOW TO THEE.
ONLY WHEN THY BLOOD RUNS DRY WILL HIS THIRST BE QUENCHED.
HE ALLOWS FOR NO EMOTIONAL DISTRACTION,
NOR WASTED ACTION.
THE VERY SIGHT OF HIM IS ENOUGH TO SHAKE THE HEART OF THE BOLDEST CHAMPION.
HE BEARS A SWORD THAT LOOKS SHARP ENOUGH TO CUT EVEN TO THE SOUL.
IT GLOWS LIKE A FIERY COAL.
HIS TERRITORY IS THAT OF DREAMS.
HE BRINGS TO LIFE THINE GREATEST FEARS,
SO BEWARE MY DEARS.
INFAMOUS IS HE.
THE ONLY NAME HE HAS KNOWN, NIGHTMARE.
HIS PLEASURE COMES WITH THINE DESPAIR.
HIS HEART IS AS ARTIC ICE.
WHAT GOES ON IN HIS MIND REMAINS AN ANOMALY.
HIS SOULD IS COMPLETELY EMPTY.
BEWARE MY CHILD, TO SLUMBER.
FOR WITH IT HE MAY COME.
THE CHANCES HE MISSES ARE SELDOM.
HE COMES UPON HIS MOUNT,
THAT JET BLACK STALLION,
WHOSE STRENGTH IS GREATER THAN A BATTALION.
FLAMES WREATHE ITS STEELY HOOVES,
TRAIL FROM ITS MOUTH AS A SINNER'S TRAILS LIES.
AND SMOLDER IN THE DEPTHS OF ITS DARK EYES.
BUT LO, THE BEAST IS NOTHING.
THE ONE TO FEAR IS HE.
MERCY HE SHALL NEVER SHOW TO THEE.
ONLY WHEN THY BLOOD RUNS DRY WILL HIS THIRST BE QUENCHED.
HE ALLOWS FOR NO EMOTIONAL DISTRACTION,
NOR WASTED ACTION.
THE VERY SIGHT OF HIM IS ENOUGH TO SHAKE THE HEART OF THE BOLDEST CHAMPION.
HE BEARS A SWORD THAT LOOKS SHARP ENOUGH TO CUT EVEN TO THE SOUL.
IT GLOWS LIKE A FIERY COAL.
HIS TERRITORY IS THAT OF DREAMS.
HE BRINGS TO LIFE THINE GREATEST FEARS,
SO BEWARE MY DEARS.
INFAMOUS IS HE.
THE ONLY NAME HE HAS KNOWN, NIGHTMARE.
HIS PLEASURE COMES WITH THINE DESPAIR.
HIS HEART IS AS ARTIC ICE.
WHAT GOES ON IN HIS MIND REMAINS AN ANOMALY.
HIS SOULD IS COMPLETELY EMPTY.