Luphinid Silnaek
12th August 2006, 10:27 AM
I decided to try something I hadn't in a while. And for good reason, seeing as my last stab at it ended with a mess... I think this one isn't half as bad.
So, here goes my first full work of poetry since my literary reform:
Sprites of Ice and Flame
There was an age which knew no name,
Where winds ran free with naught to rue.
Though avians they char’otest shed but tears,
Skiey brooks of wind felt no fear.
So merc’less was the war ensued,
Did flee the young, the old, the lame;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Too many lives did the war claim,
Too many slow-healing wounds laid.
The wounded earth did spew forth noxious blood
Whose red-hot embers sparked a fiery flood.
Forests felled, their flaming limbs flayed
Showed a wrath completely untamed;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
The soil did play a deadly game
Spasmodically to and fro,
While the dazzling glow of ages gone past
Goaded still glass to unleash a blast.
Nor beast nor fish could ever grow,
So vilely the land was maimed;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Water no longer calm or tame,
Life liquid now a deadly force.
Ravaging tsunamis, torrents of death,
Chaotic flows of sweeping breadth,
Divine forces with no remorse;
Just run! This is no time for blame;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Dark, deadly, icy were the frames
Encasing all with the heat-leech;
A commotion of ashen, frozen drafts –
Unappealing were their venomous crafts –
Ev’ry barrier did they breach.
A barrage of dead frost aflame;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Very little the war became;
The chaos never seemed to change,
But what once was must someday end; the calm
‘Fore storms, vice versa, ad infinitum
Would always be; to hold the fringe,
Tide it out is a well-played game;
So’d be the sprites of ice and flame.
A sentinel from home unnamed
Entombed the battlers in their cage;
The inferno in his oozing hot sepulchre,
The whirlpool in a sub-oceanic slumber;
And safeguarded all from their rage.
At last, their epic wrath was tamed;
No longer fought the ice and flame.
Yes, I notice how tiny it is... See if you can work out what it's about, however obvious it might be.
EDIT: I'll give a cookie to whoever figures out the rhyme scheme. Just put it in spoilers.
So, here goes my first full work of poetry since my literary reform:
Sprites of Ice and Flame
There was an age which knew no name,
Where winds ran free with naught to rue.
Though avians they char’otest shed but tears,
Skiey brooks of wind felt no fear.
So merc’less was the war ensued,
Did flee the young, the old, the lame;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Too many lives did the war claim,
Too many slow-healing wounds laid.
The wounded earth did spew forth noxious blood
Whose red-hot embers sparked a fiery flood.
Forests felled, their flaming limbs flayed
Showed a wrath completely untamed;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
The soil did play a deadly game
Spasmodically to and fro,
While the dazzling glow of ages gone past
Goaded still glass to unleash a blast.
Nor beast nor fish could ever grow,
So vilely the land was maimed;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Water no longer calm or tame,
Life liquid now a deadly force.
Ravaging tsunamis, torrents of death,
Chaotic flows of sweeping breadth,
Divine forces with no remorse;
Just run! This is no time for blame;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Dark, deadly, icy were the frames
Encasing all with the heat-leech;
A commotion of ashen, frozen drafts –
Unappealing were their venomous crafts –
Ev’ry barrier did they breach.
A barrage of dead frost aflame;
Thus fought the sprites of ice and flame.
Very little the war became;
The chaos never seemed to change,
But what once was must someday end; the calm
‘Fore storms, vice versa, ad infinitum
Would always be; to hold the fringe,
Tide it out is a well-played game;
So’d be the sprites of ice and flame.
A sentinel from home unnamed
Entombed the battlers in their cage;
The inferno in his oozing hot sepulchre,
The whirlpool in a sub-oceanic slumber;
And safeguarded all from their rage.
At last, their epic wrath was tamed;
No longer fought the ice and flame.
Yes, I notice how tiny it is... See if you can work out what it's about, however obvious it might be.
EDIT: I'll give a cookie to whoever figures out the rhyme scheme. Just put it in spoilers.