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Warrior of Chaos
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Warrior of Chaos |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada 
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Fear and confusion, Love and hate, What draws these opposites To their fate? A war within me Builds with age, A deep and Uncontrollable rage. I feel it coming on Like wasps in the park, A powerful fusion Of light and dark. I feel it building Inside my soul! The power intoxicates me; I lose control! I target all Who’d hurt my friends, My enemies now Are sent to their ends. A warrior is born Of courage to fight, A sorcerer, of knowledge, A healer, of right. A thief is born From a need to steal; His beady gaze Hides what he feels. But this chaos within me So deep and vile, Building in my heart And my mind all the while! What can I do? Take up twin swords and fight: One forged of Hell’s darkness, One built of Heaven’s light. And thus it begins, True chaos at last! My power is weak, But chaos moves fast. So when they outfight me, And beat me to no end, When I’m on the ground, Defeated again… I’ll rise to my feet, I’ll never back down! Clutch my swords tightly, And stand my ground. These barbarians are born Of honour and might. They stand no chance If it’s me they fight. And your sorcerers so dark, Your clerics so kind, Your knights so noble, Your thieves and their finds… They’re all so pathetic, They’re useless to me! No threat at all, My eyes do see! These worthless peasants! Such a meaningless life; And they walk these mean streets, Each one with a knife? But what’s this? I’m surrounded! Chaos all around! It’s been right before me, In this tiny town. Chaos is everywhere, But what fate will be mine? If my power is everywhere, It’ll never be fine! I must gather my strength, Put my chaos away! Hide behind “law and order”, Live to fight another day. But there’s too much power, It can’t be contained! Some, it seems, Is created from pain. In the past there was light, Then darkness fell, Hurting my world, And putting me through Hell… But now there is chaos, The ultimate might, What is and what was, Combining to fight. And chaos shall rule, I shall slay this beast! May the demons be ready; Tonight they feast! And with but a nod, I turn to the gate, And walk out of town To challenge fate. I step into the world, The Arena of Life, Feeling like the peasants With only a knife. So helpless and weak, Never felt so alone! The cold darkness, Chills me to the bone! But the light is so warm, Makes me feel strong! Have the inn ready, For I won’t be gone long. [This message has been edited by ThunderMage (10-14-2003 12:01 AM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Dude this is awesome work Cold hands means a warm heart |
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