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thirkd · February 9th, 2006, 10:51 PM

A little poem wot I writ......

Under the fierce baking hot sun,
grains slip through the fingers of a hand
a last smile on the dry lips dying
the last homin of the heroic band
songs will be sung to these great heroes
who died lonely and lost in the sand

They came pouring from the desert
clambering out from their lairs dark as night
we stood waiting shoulder to shoulder
At the gates of Pyr we made ready out might
their hatred made the air thick with malice
but the homins of Atys stood there ready to fight

With screams foretelling death in the air
wave after wave crash forward at speed
sword and spear held in palms cold and sweaty
arcane power readied for healing at need
streams of death flashed out of hands extend
homins all readied to deny them their greed

Death hovered over the homins of Atys
hot red blood flowed freely on that day
warriors, flesh of the enemy around them
calling curses, forcing the Kittin to pay
magic surging out in all the directions
rending enemies, shells shattered in the ray

In the chaos homins emerged as the victors
all around the ground was cover with death
many had fallen to the claws of the kittin
the survivors struggled to catch their breath
the enemy fled back into the desert
their numbers still too many to guess

many homins, valiant, injured survivors
went across the dunes pursuing their foe
striking fear at the rear of fleeing kittins
bringing death and destruction and woe
at the gates of the kittins dark kingdom
stood a giant, jaws clashing, daring many to go

That battle, it will live on in Legend
remaining homins charged in without fear
to kill that last remaining monster
and protect all those they held dear
one by one they fell to the creature
falling, dying without spilling a tear

Under the fierce baking hot sun,
grains slip through the fingers of a hand
a last smile on the dry lips dying
the last homin of that heroic band
songs will be sung to these great heroes
who died lonely and lost in the sand

Dhrum
Samsara

acridiel · February 9th, 2006, 11:06 PM

*bows in deference.*

A work of art.

Thank you

Acridiel

February 9th, 2006, 10:51 PM	#1
thirkd Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 4	Poem : The Defence of Pyr A little poem wot I writ...... Under the fierce baking hot sun, grains slip through the fingers of a hand a last smile on the dry lips dying the last homin of the heroic band songs will be sung to these great heroes who died lonely and lost in the sand They came pouring from the desert clambering out from their lairs dark as night we stood waiting shoulder to shoulder At the gates of Pyr we made ready out might their hatred made the air thick with malice but the homins of Atys stood there ready to fight With screams foretelling death in the air wave after wave crash forward at speed sword and spear held in palms cold and sweaty arcane power readied for healing at need streams of death flashed out of hands extend homins all readied to deny them their greed Death hovered over the homins of Atys hot red blood flowed freely on that day warriors, flesh of the enemy around them calling curses, forcing the Kittin to pay magic surging out in all the directions rending enemies, shells shattered in the ray In the chaos homins emerged as the victors all around the ground was cover with death many had fallen to the claws of the kittin the survivors struggled to catch their breath the enemy fled back into the desert their numbers still too many to guess many homins, valiant, injured survivors went across the dunes pursuing their foe striking fear at the rear of fleeing kittins bringing death and destruction and woe at the gates of the kittins dark kingdom stood a giant, jaws clashing, daring many to go That battle, it will live on in Legend remaining homins charged in without fear to kill that last remaining monster and protect all those they held dear one by one they fell to the creature falling, dying without spilling a tear Under the fierce baking hot sun, grains slip through the fingers of a hand a last smile on the dry lips dying the last homin of that heroic band songs will be sung to these great heroes who died lonely and lost in the sand Dhrum Samsara Last edited by thirkd : February 10th, 2006 at 11:06 AM.

February 9th, 2006, 11:06 PM	#2
acridiel Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Germany Posts: 6,294	Re: Poem : The Defence of Pyr bows in deference. A work of art. Thank you Acridiel

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