Death

Immortal Warden

6/11/23

Prompt: The Immortal Warden

Oh, my misguided friend, make no mistake. This is no mere episode of corruption of my eternal conviction. I shall find no solace until I find my enemies writhing in agonizing pain beneath the pressure of my blade, begging for mercy amongst the bodies of their fallen brothers, regretting and ruining the day in which they crossed me. Which I shall deny them such mercy as death.

 

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A figure stern, the immortal Warden, tells
Of battles fought with fiery might,
And enemies crushed in eternal night.

Oh, my misguided friend, he cries,
This corruption breeds no compromise.
With unwavering conviction, he stands tall,
Vowing vengeance, to make them fall.

No solace sought, no respite found,
Until his foes lie broken on the ground.
Beneath his blade, in pain they writhe,
their final Breaths, the price of their strive.

Begging for mercy, they'll tremble, they'll
plead,
Yet his heart of steel will pay no heed.
Amidst the fallen, their brothers lost,
Regret will consume them, a bitter cost.

For they dared to cross his righteous path,
Invoking the wrath pf this immortal's wrath.
No mercy granted, no release from life,
They'll taste the bitter edge of his strife.

Oh. Immortal Warden, relentless and true,
Your vengeance burns with a crimson hue.
Through battles waged, your legend's born,
A symphony of anguish, your enemies torn.

In the annals of time, your name shall be 
sung,
A mythic figure, with songs forever young.
For you are the guardian, unyielding,
unchained,
Forever marked, by the vengeance you've
attained.
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Darkness Defied

Prompt: Monologue

Bictan God of Death: Fall. You are alone, child. There is only Darkness you…And only DEATH to your people. I will command a Great and terrible Army. And we will Sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong Child. But I am beyond Strength. I AM THE END!!

 

In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
Bictan God of Death arrives,
His voice a tempest, fierce and loud,
A monologue that strikes, unbowed.

“Fall,” he whispers, to the weary soul,
Alone, adrift, in darkness’ control,
No ray of hope, no glimmer bright,
Only death’s grip, a fearsome blight.

He claims dominion, over the land,
Commanding armies at his command,
A great and terrible force unleashed,
To snuff out every light, a feast.

But child, fear not, for you are strong,
In the face of darkness, you belong,
Though he may boast, beyond all might,
You hold the power, burning bright.

The end he claims, an empty guise,
For you possess what never dies,
A spark within, a soul aflame,
Against his wrath, you’ll stake your claim.

This monologue of doom and dread,
Shall be transformed to verse instead,
In poetry’s embrace, a glimmer found,
Defying darkness, love profound.

So let him sail, with all his might,
For in your heart, a guiding light,
His grandest plans, they shall not rend,
As long as love’s anthem, you defend.

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Battle ’til Hearts Cease

Prompt I wrote for the poem:

Overseer King Dracme: I don’t want your soul.

Soldiers: …Then what do you want from us?

Overseer King Dracme: For my gift…all I ask… is you all will do the one thing y’all are good at, the thing you’re only worth doing.

Soldiers: And what is that my liege?

Overseer King Dracme: (Menacing smile) Fight until you drop to your knees and your heart ceases to sing.

In a realm of shadows, dark and grim,
Stood soldiers still, their chances slim,
A chilling presence, King Dracme stood,
His gaze piercing, his intentions crude.

Soldiers dared to question their plight,
"What do you seek? Our souls to ignite?"
But the overseer, with a wicked grin,
Revealed his desire, a sinister spin.

"I don't want your souls," he coldly replied,
"For my gift to you, I ask with pride,
Do what you're good at, your purpose align,
Fight 'til your knees drop, hearts no longer entwined."

Silence hung heavy, like a spectral shroud,
Yet soldiers' spirits, they remained unbowed,
In verses of battle, their worth they'd embrace,
As they stepped forward, destiny to face.

Each word echoes, a battle cry,
As swords unsheathed, reaching for the sky,
The Overseer watch, his hearts delight,
As warriors clashed in the darkest night.

Their armor gleamed with a resolute gleam,
Bound by duty, fueled by a dream,
With every strike, they defied their plight.
Determined to fight, even in their last plight.

Through the haze of chaos, their spirits thrived,
Their hearts ablaze, refusing to be deprived,
They fought with valor, an unyielding flame,
For King Dracme's twisted, unholy claim.

As the battle raged on, the night grew deep,
Soldiers fought on, their souls to keep,
Their hearts sung a dirge, yet refused to succumb,
For the Overseer's demand, they had become numb.

In the end, when their strength had waned,
When victory seemed an illusion, unattained,
They knelt on the battlefield, with hearts resigned,
Their songs silenced, their purpose intertwined.

With a wicked smile, the Overseer beheld,
The soldiers broken, their fate now felled,
Their fight had ceased, their souls now bereft,
In the wake of the darkness, nothing was left.

Thus, a chilling tale of the soldiers' strife,
Bound to fight, to their very life,
For King Dracme, their tormentor, their liege,
They fought 'til their hearts no longer besiege.
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Via Sanguinis et Honoris/Path of Blood and Honour

Honour, a virtue of a profound esteem,
What lies within your grasp, do you deem?
You, who've never tasted fear's bitter breath,
Learn of honour, ere posing as a warrior, death.

Before you tread upon that crimson lane,
Where no false steps endure, none remain,
A path that stretches to the endless abyss,
Where melody dies and knees gently kiss.

Sorrow intertwines with agony's sting,
And praise takes the hue of blood, echoing.
This path leads but one way, no retreat,
With foes and comrades, its trials complete.

It snatches without mercy, devoid of remorse,
Into the hands of death, on this perilous course.
For the name bestowed upon you, a weight to bear,
And for your ancestors, their legacy to share.
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