Poems

So Denis had posted the following in the general chat today on discord.


Crimson dreams with consciousness streams,
the Leper King is crowned.

Crimson dreams with consciousness screams,
the empire of men are bound.

Crimson dreams with consciousness beams,
the white knight is found.

Crimson dreams with consciousness seams,
the world is unwound.


This is an excerpt from "At the Spine of the Dead Dreamer" and is a hint of things to come

Shortly after i read that, I figured i could respond to it and crafted out this one....


CRIMSONS' TWILIGHT
Cursed dreams, with cursed screams,
The wound the blade had brought.

A board, a game, of mortal claim,
Two lords a battle fought.

Of death, and change, those stars arranged.
Lords' master wanted ought.**

These seven suns, this Islirith,***
He had heard of naught.

To sage and priest the white knight went,
To cleanse the blade he caught.*

They prayed, they plead, in dire need.
Though, the blade had earned his spot.****

*(was formerly fought, but changing it helps reduce re-usage of same last word)
** (was formerly - Lords' master it did want.)
***(was formerly - seven suns, Islirith)
****(formerly "in the end it mattered not" - added though, then revised to the new line)
*****(Added title)


Here is what I wrote before all the revisions.

Cursed dream, with cursed screams
The wound the blade had brought.

A board, a game, of mortal claim.
two lord battle fought.

Of death, and change, those stars arranged.
Lords master it did want.

Seven suns, Islirith,
He had heard of naught.

To sage and priest the white knight went.
to clense the blade he fought.

They prayed, they pleed, in dire need.
It would matter not.

 

[Varik Keldun]

Pulse tracking primarch
Prestigious blood drenched baron
Noblesse Vampire

 

[Varik Keldun]

Legacy long lost
Eternal spirit reborn
Deadhaus Sonata

 

[Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate]

Rising, striking claws,
Eating, feasting forever
Taking what they're due

 

[Golden Xan]

I think I just figured it out. The Grim Scribe badge might be precisely for writing poetry. Jalen just announced the new roadmap video, suggested they might be talking about the badges as well. Let's see if I'm right.

EDIT: Looks like I called it a bit late. I thought about it a couple of minutes before Jalen announced the new video, but it was precisely that. Fan stories don't seem to count in terms of content for the Necrolibriatas, but poetry does. ^^
It's time for me to start figuring out how to write poetry as well. Hahaha

 

[Cradlis]

Here is my little attemp at poesy. English is not my main language so I hope I've done it right haha. I can easily write in french but I had to think twice for english. I hope you enjoy it


We were alone in the cathedral
Living and dying like an animal
Horrified of what we’ve become
And afraid of the years to come

And then another one crossed the door
Seeking wisdom, counsel and more
A lost little soul afraid of the dark
That which ignite in our eyes a little spark

We stand out of the shadow, slim and grim
Ready to taste the flesh of our next victim
But we waited as the mortal came closer
Stunned by it’s beauty, our anger taking over

We were ripped of our mortality
Hunted and abandoned, running free
How come this human, so perfectly alive
Dared to come carelessly into our hive

And then, filled with sheer terror, it saw us
There was no time to wait nor discuss
We jumped on it and teared the flesh
Tasting again what it felt to be fresh

The silence came back as it what meant to be
And the revelations came as we fell on our knees
Again, we failed to attain final death, our freedom
Still trapped in here to serve in our master’s kingdom

For we cannot kill ourselves, nor can we go outside
Only an intruder has the power to do what we are denied
Our master wanted us to feel empty, always hungry
Making us lose control in front of beauty, always angry

Resigned and depraved, we detached the head of the human
And placed it’s forehead on ours, completely inhuman
Losing that little spark and retreating back in the darkness
In hope to fall forever in the appeasing void of nothingness

 

[Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate]

No one can stop him
None can stand against his might
His anger fuels all

 

[Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate]

Do not gaze too long...​

Survivor

Murderer​

No! I ran, I ran and got away!

They let you let you let you! They let you get away!​

Gatherer

Ensnared​

No! I was foraging, but I got away!

It's still here! It captured your spirit!​

Guest

Herald​

No! I was there in innocence! It was the aggressor!

They know you! You let them follow you!​

Researcher

Torturer​

Yes! It will die by my hands! But first it will suffer!

It did not want to be caught! It was innocent! YOU MADE IT MURDER!​

 

[Denis Dyack]

@Jerion 'Wyverntamer' Kràl love this one!

 

[Sundowner]

THE ETERNAL HUNT

When the sun goes down
I run into town

Stalking my prey
I hope they've lost their way

Isolation is key
I smile with glee

When the time is right
I move into light

Disembowel them with might
I howl into the night

For I shall remain eternal

 

[TheLoreWriter]

My necromancer Mandreth in the DnD game I play is writing verses about the world he intends on creating. I think I'll share some here.

CHILD OF RAGE

Rise, Oh Rise my child of rage
The night is long this year
The sun grows dim like dying coals
To summon mortal fears

Though men may stand with torch in hand
The darkness will consume
Each step and swing of mortal steel
Plants bloody seeds in bloom

Your vengeance sweet will sate your thirst
But not tonight my son
You’ve only just begun your task
There’s still much to be done

The living in their endless greed
Have wasted all they had
The pure of heart are all but lost
The wisest, driven mad

My child of rage, your time has come
To bring the damned to terms
Condemn these fools who pray for naught
‘Til all their world has burned

Destroy their shrines on hallowed ground
Lay waste to all their gods
The doors of death are left unbound
The age of men is lost

Your brethren wait with baited breath
To see your wrath unveiled
You, firstborn son of war and death
Will walk the avenger’s trail

My revenant son, so pure you are
To thrive by naught but rage
Go forth with blessings in your hand
To end this mortal age

 

[TheLoreWriter]

Got another one for the armies of the dead. I borrowed a verse from the WWII poem In Flander's Fields by Canadian John McCrae

The Drums

Do you hear the beating drums
Pounding steady, strong, and loud
Like a heartbeat for the dead
As the armies march unbowed

Legions thirst for war and battle
Carnage, greatest of desires
Harvest men like fattened cattle
Reared to feed thirsting vampires

On they hammer, on they pound
Hear the war drums’ endless sound

On cadaverous fields like hungry crows
Ghouls will flock in droves
If the body is a temple
Desecrate that sacred grove

They will learn we cannot die
What is dead cannot be killed
With horror and revulsion,
We will break their mortal will

On they hammer, on they pound
Hear the war drums’ endless sound

Once mortal soldiers, weak and frail
Wrought by fears and doomed to fail
Now we fight ten thousand strong
Welcomed into the legion’s throng

We are the dead, short days ago we lived
Felt dawn, saw sunset’s glow
But now we march across the fields
To go to war with living foe

Hear the drums, hear them sound
On they hammer, on they pound

 

[TheLoreWriter]

The Marching Tide

We do not rest

Not while our task is unfinished​

We do not sleep

Not while there is work to be done​

We know no fear

Not while our hearts lie unbeating​

We do not speak

Not while our actions speak louder​

We know no mercy

Not when the weak will rule​

We bear no names

None but the Marching Tide​

 

[TheLoreWriter]

Unsated

The hunger gnaws unending
When blood and flesh are left to spoil
Into corpses, ghouls are rending,
Feasting like a flame to oil

Charming beauty hides a malice
Craving blood of human life
Vampire’s claw cuts deep and raw
And fang bears draining bite

Revenant rage burns without end
To punish crimes unrighted
But merciless to innocence
When anger is ignited

The liche cares not for what is found
In wealth or mounds of gold
Its only lust are tomes of dust
And secrets left untold

A touch of death and lifeless grin
A vessel born in endless strife
The wight is cruel, dark, and grim
Compelled to snuff out human life

Screaming hymns of loss and woe
The Banshee wails her song
A dirge to trap her victim’s mind
Their tortured pains prolonged

Ghostly shadow of a soul
None can keep the wraith contained
Born from torment, anguish, toil
All will share this spectre’s pain

 

[Mournblade]

"A Paean"

To traverse stagnant waters
Into the seas of red
No oars are manned, no sails are raised.

With sword and axe
And claw and fang
The vessels make the way.

To tear the veil of life
With scythe that cut the reaper

 

[Denis Dyack]

These are really getting great guys! @TheLoreWriter - some really great work especially loved the John McCrae hommage!

 

[Lord Scara]

Fear is bound to mortality the Dead see it as an abnormality
The Well Bred fear a revolt by the serfs, Forever cursed to think the worst is coming.
Don't worry little lord the horde are not coming for your seat.
They are far too busy tending the land to lay a hand on your precious throne.
The serfs grow fearful of a Drought, so have no doubt little lord they have more to worry about then your position.
But, worry not for your condition is not unfounded.
For they all should fear what is to come.
For the Dead toll for all.

 

[Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate]

A/N: The start of the family upheaval that is the background to my Liche and Revenant backstory. Raesha and Dritor, one is kind, mostly, and one is an asshole, completely.

The girl was born in a happy family.

The boy was born in a happy family.​

The girl grew up with a good friend.

The boy grew up with a good friend.​

The friend lost his family.

The friend took his family.​

The girl was a good friend.

The boy was a bad friend.​

The girl loved him.

The boy hated her.​

The girl cared for their pets.

The boy cared not for them.​

The girl watched them grow.

The boy watched them wither.​

Yet no matter how careful she was…

They never seemed to last…​

 

[Lord Scara]

Beast Within

Such a sinner is my inner beast he achieves to deceive with not much to believe in.
It has been years and it moves him to tears drowned under his fears.
But, even so there is one who keeps him sane through the endless rain.
She makes him feel like a winner even in the dead of winter.
She was truly the best gift he could have ever received before, he was drifting into an abyss and he thought he would not be missed.
How a bit of curiosity saved him from the brink of despair where he thought no escape was imaginable.
The existence that once felt unbearable became one that he wanted to share with her.
So this is dedicated to the dove who taught me how to love again.

 

[Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate]

A/N: They are growing up...

They approached their adult life

Knowledge of pain and strife

Deep ingrained in their mind​

She would be kind

He would repay in kind​

As was custom

They would dance

As was custom

They would mask​

She to show her true colours

He to hide his true feelings​

To show the world who they were

To hide from the world what they thought

Laid to the world bare

Laid to the world superficial

Both hid in darkness

What they wanted the other not to know​

 

[Sundowner]

Life unchained
Mortality domained
Our souls remained

The body is fleeting
When the blade and carcass come meeting
Avoided the reaping

The void we don't greet
Even when cut down like wheat
We transcend our heartbeat.

Life and death deflowered
The undead empowered
And the hopeless enamored