Right...this is not a game but was bored and that is what the description is...post in boredom. ^_^

I felt like posting some of my poems on here for the hell of it...if you want to join in and post your own then I figure we could get a thread going where we all post our works for others to read and enjoy.

I'll get the ball rolling...

The woods were softly sheathed,
In shades of brown and green.
The mist did swell
O'er ground and hill and tree,
Her soft tread lightly echoing
Through the silently alive trees,
Her lifeblood warmly flowing.
Twigs snap under the weight of her small bones,
As she slowly walks the elvenpath.
Nervous, Silent, Alone,
Her young heart slowly quivering,
As her eyes stare forward now,
She gazes through the sentinent trees
To where she longs to be.
Where does her love reside?
The one who leaves her berries, wild flowers at her door,
The shining face she sorley misses
And with whom she did conceive a child.
Her child, a symbol of her love reborn,
Was taken from her, hence this midnight wondering
to hunt, to find, to regain peace of mind.
Oh! To restore her love and babe-in-arms,
Such pleasure she has never known,
For she has spent her life wondering this blackness
And so, as the crone halts in her wondering,
She recalls the love, the life that came before.

Written by Artemis - please ask if you wish to reprodice it

Broken Key
written by Kay (PC/ZS)
Not to be reproduced without consent!

Behind this door is a broken key,
The key is to get inside,
But how to get in to retrieve the key,
Is up to you to decide.

Breaking down the door,
Is something you should not do,
The creature that lives inside,
Will not welcome you.

Burning down the door,
As some might do,
Did not come out,
Because of something they knew.

Hidden behind this door is a broken key,
The key is to find a way in,
Pick the lock some might say,
But then again two is needed,
To keep the monster at bay.

There is only one survivor of The Door,
You might want to ask what they did,
They did not hide behind a bush,
They would have been eaten if they hid.

They did not scream to be let in,
Like lions waiting for a meal,
Nor did they strike a pose,
Or for that matter strike a deal.

No no they walked up to The Door,
And with grinning faces said,
“Please let us in so the key we may keep,
And nothing do we dread.”

Yes, they were brave and kind,
And loved with out fear or mind,
But the last seen of these two,
Was them returning without a clue…

liking it Kay...yay for poems!

Right...next one...muahahahahahahahahaha

This is one of my older ones, but I re-read it today and it just struck me how pleased I was with how it came out, even if the emotions attatched to it were not pleasing. Enjoy....

Trapped,
Inside this torture chamber
Enclosed,
Within this perpetual hell.

I have never know eternity
As I have in this place.
The minutes hours, the hours days.

Time seems to hold it's breath
Within this vacumn,
Counting the seconds
'Til freedom comes.

I sit at the back of the dreary room,
Looking calm
But inside there rages a war,
A war against this consuming lonliness,
A fiery passion extinguised by the bitter wind.

I close my eyes against the sight
Of a room filled with all of my past transgressions
But my senses record mercilessly on.
This pain forever etched in my mind.

Is this really me now?
My past light slowly dimming.
A candle guttering in the icy prison of my heart,
Waning, passing into the dark.

I thought to escape the dark
To escape the pain, the hatred,
The overwhelming anguish of my truth.
The truth of me...

Can I just lie here?
Can I just lie here in the dark?
Alone, calm, passionless...

No, that would be too pleasant for one such as me.
And so as I lie in this place within my soul,
The darkness crushing me,
The candle shivers, grows cold
And dies.


Written by Artemis...please ask if you wish to reproduce it