Open Poetry #29 |
Birth of Nocturnus |
RunningWolf Junior Member
since 2003-09-14
Posts 24Michigan USA |
....And so upon his throne the King Calleth unto me. I give to thee the mighty sword of Scotland. Thou shalt unleash its powers and free mankind. As you wish Milord. I shall not let you down. Years have past now centuries The bringer of peace has not yet completed his task. The days end brings forth but a weak and feeble man. His sword still shines while his eyes tarnish with time. He stands and shouts For the King! I shall reighn in thunder! Mankind will again be free! The winds begin to blow, Ice rains from the heavens and again, all is vibrantly pacified. Cheers fill the valley below as the tired old man lays to sleep for eternaty. Just then a new warior was born. He was called....Nocturnus. The ruler of Morgania he became. Leader of the Gryphons He will become. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
I like this RunningWolf :-) |
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j0n4th4n Member
since 2003-03-11
Posts 94 |
this is still quite raw i believe, but its got a wonderful hardness and brashness to it. it reminds me of `Conan the barbarian ` or something. ps your picture is quite scary |
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