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Warrior Poet Night


post your !@#$ that I missed here. Ryot, i expect a scanned version of your children's story.

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Re: Warrior Poet Night


The ghazal (guzzle) is a Persian poetic form made of a series of couplets governed by a strict formula. It is meant to be performed verbally with a group of people, in a call and response fashion. Read more about ghazals here.

Here is one that we wrote collectively:

We are the Fury, our spears shine bright
Our enemies falter, their faces blanch white GIVE WAR A CHANCE

Shirtless blue Tehvikings do not fear the cold's bite
after battle each evening the drink flows all night GIVE WAR A CHANCE

Thieves flee before me, cowards to their shadows
I catch them and utter as they burn in the light, GIVE WAR A CHANCE

our foes have gathered a mighty host
their chance of victory is slight-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE

When time is all but lost
the gates open within a night-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE

With a drum beat guiding each step
To attack at dawn we ride by night-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE

The town is lost, the peasants run, all is lost
but keep hope, the Fury comes through in the night-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE

The buzzing and squawking of 1,000 clamouring sychophants,
grants fuel to the fire I will light-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE

Reaping the seeds of dissention forsworn
Heavy shears to prune back the blight-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE
 
The Fury calls us from dreams of peace
Raise your spears and join us in this fight-- GIVE WAR A CHANCE


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I am on a street corner where I shouldn't be. Alone and coatless I have gone out to look for a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of halloween mask which I am afraid to put on.
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Memento Mori is a Latin phrase meaning "Remember that you must die". When victorious Roman generals returned triumphant to Rome there would be a slave standing on the back of his chariot whispering this over and over in an atempt to keep his ego in check. Later this phrase was used by both pro and anti religious people as a "hey you're gonna die party it up" or "Hey you're going to die think of your soul".

Memento Mori
The wind ripped at my cloak
Torn and tattered it pulls at my neck
Memento Mori
The gale spat in my face, icy fierce
Hail thudded off armor, and helm
Memento Mori
The gate creaked and swung agape
Rusted hinges failed and it collapses to the ground
Memento Mori
Lightning illuminates two hundred beady eyes
Thunder now drowned out by growls and yelps
Memento Mori
No step could I take back
A climb of a thousand yards fell off behind
Memento Mori
Step by step, slowly going forward
Each step harder, more tired, more slick
Memento Mori
Eyes begin to close with each step
Must move forward, nothing remains behind
Memento Mori
Only halfway across the courtyard
Voices scream and shake, yet I know
Memento Mori
They crash, collide, and break in turn
Their threats and terrors rise, but they don’t see
Memento Mori

Columns and tapestries, old and worn
Pouring out of passages that time nearly forgot
Memento Mori
Weary now breathing is becoming labored
First thoughts of failure begin, but
Memento Mori
Yes, I must continue tired and sore
Swarming in and out but it must be
Memento Mori
Sinews and flesh cleaved from bone
My armor begins to weigh heavy on shoulders
Memento Mori
Like a dozen walls they block my path
But no one will aid them, no relief will come
Memento Mori
Fire and flame, and wind and rain
Their monstrous gods try to turn me away
Memento Mori
The narrow hall keeps my swaying head
Not much room to move, no way but fore
Memento Mori
Blood stains, cloak gone, spears shattered
From the walls, ceiling and before me they come
Memento Mori
Time has gone to chaos, both fast and slow
I can’t recall if I have been here forever, or a moment
Memento Mori

The fodder long gone new eyes await
Shadows shift and fly, angels and demons
Memento Mori
Their ire and hatred rage, snarls and yells
Mine has been raised long before, far deeper
Memento Mori
No steps taken back, no quarter given
Their captains and leaders press on
Memento Mori
Bones crushed under foot, ground wet and sharp
Each step forward, for each step they pay
Memento Mori
Swords chipped and warn, shields long abandoned
Each step forward, for each step I pay
Memento Mori
Their champion emerges, their ranks recede
Steel meets iron, bronze crushed under blows
Memento Mori
I scream out, ankle rolls, knee gives out
He screams out, arm hanging by a thread
Memento Mori
The monster’s head rolled back to them
They cringe and cry in rage or fear
Memento Mori
They rush, they charge, they fall
Strokes become frantic, now they hear
Memento Mori
Numbers dwindle, fighting for fear
To no avail, I must let none escape
Memento Mori

The great door opens wide
At last he is there on his throne
Memento Mori
His great crown of bones, armor as black as night
Even at his short height, he is imposing
Memento Mori
Little strength remains, but enough
Four eyes burn with fury, the distance close
Memento Mori
Slowly, quietly the cadence begins
The percussion and chorus of death rises
Memento Mori
He is enraged, his muscles fresh
I feel more calm, the world spins and tilts
Memento Mori
Blows begin to strike true and deep
The dark gods will not protect him
Memento Mori
A miracle that I’m here, to face this foe
All those dead who lead to this death
Memento Mori
Breath becomes stale, gasping, wheezing
I begin to gulp air and cry
Memento Mori
Valkyries swing low, but not just yet
One more blow must yet be struck
Memento Mori


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Lugh Jayne the King of Belegaria
The Fury of the Called
Fighter of Eryndor, Mourner
I shall not forget; I shall not forgive
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