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I Declare a Rhyming War...

  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    ...If you're Dovah-Keen then match my roar!

    Oh holy throat, white-topped peak

    Where words float and the the sky does speak

    Wrapped in mist's cloak, humble, not weak

    Home of folk with their own mystique.

     

    Looking down at events beneath

    A shared frown at war's bared teeth

    The Jagged Crown found by a warrior thief

    While death's gown falls over fair Falkreath.

     

    When peace's day turns to steely night

    People pray or cower in fright

    And bodies lay to fester, bloat and blight

    Grey beards sway, mourning innocence's light.

    Ur mum. Bring it. ;)

     

    X

  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    Oh holy throat, white-topped peak

    Oh why but there? It looks so bleak.

    Where words float and the the sky does speak

    I'd shout too in a world with neigher Oak or Teak

    Wrapped in mist's cloak, humble, not weak

    Cloaks of grey but 'tis prey of fur I seek.

    Home of folk with their own mystique.

    Words of power but man so meek.

     

     

    Looking down at events beneath

    But to live without grass is pure disbelief

    A shared frown at war's bared teeth

    Yet below its the wolf's trodden paws in the heath

    The Jagged Crown found by a warrior thief

    But the riches of the world aren't truly found beneath.

    While death's gown falls over fair Falkreath.

    Ha! The whole of Skyrim to the werewolf bequeath

     

    When peace's day turns to steely night

    The power of the moon fills the beast with might

    People pray or cower in fright

    Lest a darkness, a shaddow prowls into their sight

    And bodies lay to fester, bloat and blight

    This isn't the way when a wolf pack fight

    Grey beards sway, mourning innocence's light

    Howls THAT for a Werewolf's Bite!!!

     

    Brought it and stayed for lunch !!!!!

  • Member
    July 11, 2017
    :D Awesome! You have the Dovah sauce. Keep 'em coming, poems, sonnets, ballads... Give praise to the Sky.
  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    Those that do not feel, lie

    Those that do not feel, cry

    Those that do not feel, die.

     

    You believe I weave this tale for jokes and merit

    I tell you that it is not the case, I swear it. 

    I say such things because they ring with truths.

    Those that do not feel lie, cry and die like everyone else.

    They chose to live how they want,

    But all for not.

     

    For they have no choice but to live as ordinary beings live.

  • Member
    July 11, 2017
    :) Nice!
  • July 11, 2017

    The godly world-eater, black with piercing red eyes


    He will be slaughter, for soon the Hero mobilizes


    The Dragon shouts Kyne's daughter, and she replies


    She stood tall at the altar, as the God ready her demise.

     

    Old heroes heard the North, and dropped their meals


    For they knew what came forth, the dragons unseals


    The End is a fourth, and soon the Gods reveals


    To the North, they saw the ordeals.

     

    They battled the winged devil, and he was wounded


    Their voices soon became songful, for he was defeated


    Then Sovngarde became blissful, and they all toasted


    Shor's throne was than settle, with all being boasted

  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    A Sonnet to My Three Least Favorite Fetchers:

     

    Imperial imposters, oh so vile,

    Who wander Skyrim in their pack of three.

    Who hide behind their smugly wolfish smiles, 

    And shake down unsuspecting folk like me. 

     

    I see them coming;  I know what they want.

    A trumped up tax of some sort or other. 

    But they shamelessly come as if to flaunt 

    The fact I just want to find some cover. 

     

    Were I a warrior, they'd feel my ire,

    With brawn and with steel I'd run them all through. 

    Or a mage whose wrath was all wreathed in fire,

    They'd wet themselves and not know what to do. 

     

    Alas, they got the drop on this poor thief. 

    I'm forced to run to keep their contact brief. 

     

    (Actually, I quicksave and play over and over till I get lucky and end those three sons of perdition with my low level thief xD)

     

  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    Image result for stormcloak flag

    Out in the smoke and flame

    Arisen new, a cause shan't be tamed

    Blood and fire arrives throughout the streets

    For the sake of liberty 

    And while they may make their jokes and terrible threats

    Do know, the sons and daughters do not forget

    And unlike the milk drinking pansies that make empty claims,

    Stormcloaks know how to win the game


    Their leader, the one of few to act as a man

    Has challenged the dormant Empire on his land

    And not an Imperial will survive, nor a Thalmor imbecile,

    Will survive a rebellion that is anything but typical

     

  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    The Last Blade said:

    :) I have tasted of your voice! Resume your meal with heart at ease, Northborn Blade, you are in worthy company. Sotek's passing the dragon dip around.

  • Member
    July 11, 2017

    ShinJin said:

    ...

    Bonus points for a ditty about a random encounter (right..?), DovahJin! :D