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I thought this might be an interesting topic to start a thread about. To be honest, I'm not a huge poetry fan, and I don't actually read a lot of poetry. Still I find the work of some select poets appealing, and I am curious what other people here like. Also, I reckon a poetry thread is a nice distraction from the many threads here dealing with all the doom and gloom in the world. Though to be fair poetry can be quite full of that as well. :D My own favourite is quite a well known one by A.E. Housman. Quite a bit of gloom there as well, I must admit. The Laws of God, The Laws of Man The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me; And if my ways are not as theirs Let them mind their own affairs. Their deeds I judge and much condemn, Yet when did I make laws for them? Please yourselves, say I, and they Need only look the other way. But no, they will not; they must still Wrest their neighbor to their will, And make me dance as they desire With jail and gallows and hell-fire. And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made. They will be master, right or wrong; Though both are foolish, both are strong. And since, my soul, we cannot fly To Saturn nor to Mercury, Keep we must, if keep we can, These foreign laws of God and man.
The tread for all your rhyming silliness. So here are a few taken from my repertoire: I challenge Ye forumites to a battle of wits Let the words bounce around like a pair of voluptios ****. Bring out some rhymes to glorify Project Eternity Or some events that warrant recording for posterity. Sharpen your toungs and let the dance begin, I shall be the judge so you know you can't win.
The book unread is unwritten. The reason we don’t explain it is the reason we use it. Its power is in its mystery. That is the Leaden Key, in part, in whole. Is it clear?” “Digging for truth buries the seeker.” ---------------- “Two centuries ago, your divine champion told the people of Dyrwood to grovel at his feet. If you’ve come on pilgrimage to the blasted crater that was our reply, Godhammer Citadel is *that* way.” ---------------- Eothas burning the Waidwen's flame Magran choking on her own newfound fame; Eír Glanfath is def to all but the dirge a hundred thousand souls cry out for they must in formless, burning, bombed-out pain they must. (((A concrete poem is a poem in a shape, usually of what it describes: I used the campaign almanac terms from one of the updates and my own feeble skill as a poet to compose the third and final section of the key, the rest is directly quoted from whoever at Obsidian wrote the countdown text for day -3 and the hidden text on said page))) EDIT: Comes up more like it did in the .txt on Tumblr: http://azrayelthewhitelion.tumblr.com/ (I link to here from there as well so hopefully this isn't too criminal)