poems and stories

Reythak · 2005-05-08 19:02:01

that was truly interesting, I wish I took more time to read it earlier. I truly got lost in the last story (haven't read the other yet). Was that you that wrote it, seraphim?

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-05-10 11:38:18

...Which one? I wrote both of them...

Reythak · 2005-05-10 20:16:17

actually, that answers the question, i was asking about post #24, but if you wrote both, the last one is very good. Kinda odd subject, but it really puts you in the mindset of the girl, and then you jump to the what she is seen as, it was kewl.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-05-27 21:00:43

thank-you. I didn't know the posts had numbers! I never saw that...0_o

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-07-22 19:22:07

"Midnight Over Frost" (Still in progress)

When the message arrived, the moon was high over the ridged mountains loaded with sleek snow. The sky was frosted with weak stars and below, smudged clouds crawled across the winter night. Nestled among the prickly firs and eroded, ice covered rocks, the fortress seemed to cower in the moonlight. The half tattered pennants hung low on broken poles from the cold walltops and the buckling watch towers. Guards lay scattered, hardly breathing, on the wooden planks. Their gaunt faces were strained with grief and stained by war. But down below, past the sleepers with flitting dreams, spiraling down past the cellars and down into the almost black room, lay a boy.
His hair was pale cornstalk yellow and his blue eyes, awake with fear, hovered on the brink of sleep. Covered in a brown service boy?s tunic and fairly fresh brown leggings, he looked far more pleasant then the rest of the half-alive warriors from the last of King Dominique?s realm. Beside him the triangular ears of a gray and white speckled wolf lay against its head, his velveteen nose stuck in the boy?s thin palm. It whined cautiously, then looked up at him with noble brown eyes.
The boy rubbed his hands against the wolf?s crest and gave an awkward smile. His eyes flickered to the torch that burned half-heartedly in its iron checkered sconce.
?I don?t suppose you?d like to go for a walk, eh??
He arose stiffly and lengthened his torso before reaching behind his neck and popping it wearily. Messengers, thankfully, were the most well-taken humans in the army. Their swift legs were so greatly needed that they, unlike the generals, were fed more than any other. Most of the messengers were bred from youth to be messengers, and since the realm was lacking in the young and overextending the old, they were even more precious. Young feet could not be exchanged as easily as before.
Owyn stared absently at the torch as he rolled his neck back and forth, trying to ease his bruised shoulders. Breathing in, he gingerly lifted the torch and let Bugal slide past him into the swimming darkness.

In the gleam of the silver-blue moon, a shape rose and beat its terrible leather wings. On its back, a man slouched?then straightened as he saw the fort. The rider pressed the dragon?s side, as his long tail whipped back and forth for balance. The reptilian behemoth drew back his maw and shook his mighty metal harness. Steam shot out of his nostrils, turning to frost as it entered the frigid midnight air. The beast swayed and beat its swollen wings, breathing out slowly. Despite the small snatches of rest that he and his purple-robed rider obtained, the constant outlook for renegade bands of the enemy had worn them down like a saw against a stump.
The rider grunted. ?King Dominique?s most famous regime...?
Then they began to glide, descending like holy angels of hope, towards the battlements far below.

Owyn stomped his feet quietly on the rickety staircase and shivered as he groped for his moth eaten oil and fur coat. Tendrils of misty breath seem to hang in the air, even though he was below ground level. Bugal shook his fur and immediately sent his nose to ground, trailing the footprints of men when the shadow crossed the open grounds of the fort. Bugal?s head shot up and his jaw snapped opened, giving a warning bark to the sentry who was slumped up against the side of the wall, half asleep. The sentry balked and his beard bristled as he shot up towards attention.
?What do you see, lad?? Owyn jabbed his finger at the sky behind him. The guard whirled as a gust of air hit him flat in the face and bowled him over. The great dragon shook its head and cried out like a musical raven and snorted at the lazy, downtrodden man. The man threw his hands over his eyes and then straightened as he recognized the pair and the king?s colors.
?Confound it! Can?t yeh have that beast shout a little more in my ear, Sir Benson??
A weary chuckle came from the rider.
?But I have good news to shout.?
?Then shout it!? the guard waved his hand in the air then rapidly wheeled as Owyn appeared at his side, Bugal in tow.
The dragon flicked his metallic head before edging over the wall laboriously and settled down in the courtyard that was beginning to awaken. Men with bandages over their eyes pawed helplessly against others for support as they struggled to hear what was going on. Their fingers were stiff and some could not even move because the pain was too great or their hunger so intense. Then the whispers sprawled and opened like a lotus flower, blooming and flaring like seas of fire as the rider announced his news. The war had ended!
Men scrambled to get on their feet, aching to hear more. What news? Who had won? Had there been a treaty signed? How was King Dominique? Wild shouts rang through the crowd. They had won! And not only that, but there was a nearby village with relief supplies!
However, the only problem lay in the fact that the villagers knew not how to get through the pass nor the way thereafter to the fort to aid the seasoned soldiers. Nor could one land in the valley and pick up the food that was so dearly needed. Those who had known the way in had long since forgotten, for the trail was steep and treacherous. But if a messenger could be sent to guide the villagers back, then everyone?s bellies would be sufficiently full. Secondly, replacements had been sent to the village as well, which meant that while the messenger was gone, Sir Benson would pick a few dozen men to go on leave.
Before the half-night had passed, Owyn and Bugal were sliding down the slopes of the mountainside, bundled so heavily that they could have constituted as fuzzy bears. The snow crackled beneath their feet, echoing in the silence of the frozen forest. Even Bugal, as faithful as ever, would have laid down and buried himself within the snowbanks for a good night?s warm rest if there had not been a dire task to complete.
Inside the furry mask, Owyn puffed out his cheeks and looked down the hazardous escarpment ahead. He stabbed the ski poles into the hard crust of the snow and turned to look at Bugal, whose head was up, one leg poised carefully above the earth. There was a sort of feeling in the air, an anxious feeling, like the moment before plunging into a dive and wondering when you smack the water if you?re going to be alive. Owyn touched his goggles with his thick mitts and began tracking sideways through the trees. An avalanche must have broken off the original route. They passed through the trees, silent wraiths, vulnerable to the crushing hand of nature. Rocks tumbled dangerously away from their feet as they plodded on, an eerie wind rustling through the pine trees about them. Loose snow began to whisk past them, creating a cold, spotted fog that obscured their path.
The escarpment was close now; far closer than it should have been. But Bugal pulled ahead, ears flickering, paws constantly testing the weight of the snow. Owyn remained stoic, thoughtless, only concentrating on placing his snowshoes ahead of him, one step at a time. Every now and then his deep eyes flickered towards Bugal, at which point the wolf gave a chagrined smile to his master and moved ahead a little faster.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-07-22 20:22:22

"Reconciliations: Prologue"

I really need help, especially with the necklace part. Suggestions?

*~*~*~*

The summer season had just begun in Taldour, Arendina. However, with this turning of the seasons, a great darkness shrouded the land as the Revolt, a terrible war against Torkainia from the broken treaty, sprung up into existence.
A land of its own laying in the Far East, always being forgotten, thought by some just to be a legend, some a fantasy of the First Explorers, such was Torkainia.
The Torikainians became known as, later in the history of Arendina, the feral clans of all human beings. Savages with strategic forces and minds of strange capacities, they swept through the land, a tidal wave of evil, ransacking villages and committing all kinds of terrible deeds.
At this time, Taldour became a refuge place for all who were in need. She, the Great City of Arendina, would never shun its people. From all sides came the poor, the destitute, and the hungry. All fled to the West Coast.
Meanwhile, the Torikainian armies marched onward towards Varkonna where the armies of Arendina were held up. The land that was once green and peaceful became torn and shred. The sky, once blue as a polished zircon, was now covered with an evil smog that reeked like the smell of old, rotting dungeons.
The Arendina armies gathered in Varkonna, to protect their homes, their country, and their loved ones. From all the corners of the land, men came to fight, with supplies to support them, and a burning feeling in their hearts to protect their freedom.
   One lonely night during the Revolt, the leader of the Torikainians, Chadan, and his savage men traveled quietly to the castle also known as Mayrissa Palace. The main force of Chadan?s men would siege Varkonna while the rest of them made their way down to Taldour to attack the Palace.
Once they reached the moat of Palace, Chadan gave out orders to his faithful followers.
?All shall wait here for me. Make no sound as to give away our position, should one of the guards see us before I dispose of them. Take any passerby captive. Sark, Deri, and Farran, come with me.?
He left silently as the rest gathered themselves into clumps behind the bushes and trees that surrounded them. Sark, Deri, and Farran followed close behind Chadan.
?Take the guards. Let no man be heard,? he handed Sarkin the Black Serpent Orb.
They grunted, and went off into the night.
Chadan sauntered like a panther closing in on its prey up to the moat. From its seemingly bottomless waters, small ripples floated to its dark surface from the flesh-eating creatures that made this place their home. He disappeared into thin air as the sleek body of a freshwater pike rose into the air to greet the night filled with the scent of fresh meat.
In an efficient rush and a few puffs of dark smoke, Chadan appeared in the Ruby Hall, a satisfied huff shooting out from his bent nose. A half smile was visible beneath the forested cowl as his darting eyes observed the richness of the hall. Gold framed portraits adorned the walls, studded with rubies owned by the deceased persons who had had them painted. Ornate figurines were placed below every other picture, made out of the finest metals. Sprawling before him lay plush, soft carpet the color of the ripest red apples from the orchards. Suddenly, his sharp hearing caught the distant sound of talking coming from the Throne Room.
Chadan yanked his dark green velvet cloak about him and stepped into the shadows away from the bright, red-flamed torches that lit the hall.
Silently, he stole from corner to corner in the eerie light brought by the torches. Shadows danced and flared across the walls, creating images of roaring monsters fighting valiant angels and stories never told, ages old.
After some time, he reached the Throne Room. The door was slightly ajar. He peered in, and saw the royal family conversing. Queen Brianne was on a tirade.
   ?Rubie needs safety and this place?your beloved castle you won?t leave?could be surrounded at this very moment! She must go somewhere where these Torikainians, who have invaded our land, our country, are less likely to find her.? Queen Brianne dramatically then fixed her calculating eyes on her husband. ?Even if it means sending her to Ceadurich where Queen Ka?dena may watch over her.?
?Ceadurich? That?s a completely different country!? The King said and bent over, rubbing a hand through his graying hair.
?And this place is any better?? Brianne snapped. ?I will not risk our daughter?s life to your way of thinking.?
A small girl who stood nervously by her father?s side looked up at her pacing mother.
?Must I, Mother??
   ?See? She doesn?t even want to go,? King Kaidian gestured towards his daughter with a vagrant scowl.
?It?s you who won?t let her go,? Brianne retorted, standing stock still in front of the king. ?Normally we would be going at this time of year anyway.?
?We?re in the middle of a war.?
?And that justifies the innocent life of our daughter?? Brianne spat out.
?Even if Ka?dena can place a spell to send her into the future, what good would it do us if this war ends soon? Are we to send her off, never to see her again??
?We?re going and that?s final.?
Queen Brianne regally snatched up her daughters hand and gave her a smile fixed with courage.
?But mother,? Analora?s Rubie protested, looking at her with honest eyes, ?how will we get there??
?I don?t know, Ana, but it?s up to us to see it through. Now let?s pack your things. We must be on the road before dawn.?
Chadan, still lurking in the shadows, spoke up. ?Ceadurich is beautiful this time of year.?
Brianne?s head snapped towards the sound and she pulled her daughter behind her. Kaidian raised his head and with tired eyes looked towards the door, as if he had expected this to happen.
?Who is it?? Brainne snarled.
?Oh, just a visitor, you know...sorry for the late-night calling, but I just couldn?t make it in the daytime, so here I am,? Chadan said mildly as he stepped out from the torch-lit hallway, fingers coiling about the rim of the cowl, removing in a single snatch of movement. It was almost like he hadn?t moved at all, and yet...There he stood, unhooded.
?I see you?re still around,? King Kaidian said icily and shifted in his chair.
?Charming...just charming. Your speech dulls me, King Kaidian,? he yawned, ?And frankly, I?m getting rather tired of our little war. So I decided to hurry up and get it over with.? He grinned maliciously.
?Get out of here!? Kaidian commanded.
Chadan laughed at the outburst. ?Oh, really? No, no, no. You?ve got it all wrong! You see, after our little game, you?ll be the one to leave, and it?s,? he waved his hand in the
air, ?about to end, you see.?
   ?Guards! Guards!? Kaidian yelled bearishly.
?There?s no use, Kaidian-?
?Do not call me by my first name!? Kaidian interrupted.
?DO NOT INTERRUPT WHEN YOUR ELDERS ARE SPEAKING TO YOU!? Chadan roared, then resumed his composure, ?Now, I shall call you what I will, when I will. And when I have no use for mere puppets like you, I shall get rid of you, just like your guards. I shall go as far as to say that they are gone, and they won?t come back for a very long time. In fact, never is more like it. I don?t think any of them, even with all their foul valor, could get past what I?ve put them up against,? he waved his hand in the air, conjuring up the sign for the Black Serpent. It disappeared as quickly as it had come. He gave a short, cruel laugh that sent chills rolling madly through their spines. Kaidian gasped.
?You?ll pay for this, Chadan!? the King gaped out acidly.
Chadan?s eyes grew a brilliant evil. ?Oh my, aren?t we feisty today? You are trying my patience, King! And you,? he turned to the Queen and her daughter, ?will be staying here...? he paused a moment, then looked the Queen straight in the eye, ?You, at least.?
?Are you sure you won?t take me with you?? the Queen replied with a wild grin.
?Three?s a crowd.?
Chadan slapped his palms together and from the floor stone vines disgorged, snaking around the Queen as she squirmed to get away and pushed her daughter back. Analora?s? face was a blank void, the flames of horror vanishing in her eyes. Stripped of all protection, her jaw dropped, the tears flowing from her wide eyes.
?Mother!? Analora cried and tugged at her mother?s sleeve. Brianne turned, a calming smile upon her face.
?Find Ka?dena. Your father and I love you.?
Analora whirled to find comfort from her father but found his was nothing but a stone statue covered in rocky foliage. Her limbs shook, the incredible amount of fear tossing her heart up and down. Her parents, gone! And this man...this powerful, evil man, was before her and there was nothing to loose. Realizing she was powerless, she turned and touched her father?s hand, her tears dropping on the statue. Chadan ignored her for the moment.
?King, I know you can hear me, so I have some words for you. Never underestimate your enemy. Your Queen was right. Palace is surrounded at this very moment. And don?t bother looking for us, because, you see, you shall never find us.?
Chadan smirked, gnarled hands fishing into his thickly woven robes. Pulling out his hand, a minuscule pendant came with it. Uncurling his fingers, the wizard tossed the heart-shaped emerald into the air. The coiled, silver serpent wound about the stone waved a hooked claw daintily at Chadan, molten lava eyes like flaming lamps in a dark abyss. Tail snaking ?round the pointed base, the dragon raised his shining muzzle in a non-objecting nod, angular jaw parting slightly. Shards of flame discharged from his jaw, scorching hot. It flared down the pendant, spiraling towards Chadan?s open palm, icicles of flames dripping from the stairwell.
The beast snapped its tiny maw shut, liquid eyes turning opaque as they slid shut. He crawled back into a more restful position, muscles reverting to unmovable stone as the flames turned into an orb of dim, glowing light in the crevasse of Chadan?s cupped palm.
Chadan gave a low hiss, stocky but frail features raking with maniacal laughter. The orb sputtered and began to spin, liquid ink swimming inside until it became a glob of black goo. Like a flower that opens and wilts, slits formed and the arms bloomed, pulling slowly away from the center. There, in the heart when the darkness pulsed, lay a silver, beaded chain. The ?flower? wilted, its crumbling petals sifting to the floor in despair.
   Chadan snatched at the dragon pendant, holding it between his fore and thumb. Fingers grating against the chain, he put it through the tiny hole beneath the dragon?s sleeping head. The duo of evil was complete.
Chadan?s eyes turned to the child who stood glaring at him, the tears falling from her resolute face.
?You can?t scare me.?
?No need to fear me, child, you are safe,? he said smoothly, and placed the necklace around her. Immediately, the child wiped the tears from her face and turned to sneer at the statues.
?Why do these people have to fight us, father?? she smirked at the statues and brushed her dark velveteen robes.
?Because they?re from Arendina, my child. We are Torikainians.? He held out his hand for her gently. ?Come, Rubie, my child. We simply can?t keep them waiting. It would be rude.?
Rubie nodded pertly, and followed. At that moment, there came a tremendous roar that shook the very foundations of Palace?the Red Dragons of Death, servants of Chadan until the Dragonet had learned to control them and obtained the Sword. Rubie?s pert smile grew as a feeling of calmness spread over her. Her Dragons were calling her!
Chadan and Analora?s Rubie swiftly made their way out of Mayrissa to where Chadan?s silent men lay watching, waiting...
The drawbridge dropped without warning. Chadan spoke aloud, ?Men! Arise, and meet my renewed daughter, future leader and Queen!?
They arose everywhere, some from the ground itself. From behind them, the rest of the Torikainians appeared like silent wraiths, as many as the leaves scattered on an autumn?s day.
Chadan lifted up his head, rose his arms high above the sky where the dragons circled, and sung out as rain began to pelt out of the sky and lightning lashed:

?Oh ye dragons, see your Queen,
Noble, bright, and true,
Listen for when she
Calls for you.

?Bring forth your dragon armies,
Come to war,
And bring your true Queen!
Dragon Master! Dragon Queen!
All hail the dragons!?

The men roared out loud, like the storm itself, as thunder boomed, lightning seared, and dark silhouettes circled the black and foreboding sky.

missa · 2005-09-25 18:57:09

I'v e written a few poems, but here's a few that I kind of like better:

STORMS
There's a storm to see,
And it's very clear to me,
That storm is anger,
Which leads to danger,
When the storm appears,
Everyone fears,
For no one likes a storm,
Cause it's not at all warm,
Fights is lightning,
Where they're always striking,
The winds that blow,
Are the words we hear and know,
So when you see a storm appear,
Comfort is somewhere near,
You'll have to look,
For it's not in a book,
So when you find your comfort is near,
It'll make the storm disappear.

That is kind of my most meaningful poem, because it does have true meaning. You know how winds can be both good and bad, well it's the same with words. Words can be bad and hurt someone, or they can be good and help someone feel better.
Here is another of my poems:

TEARS
There is one thing that'll exist over the years,
It is the sound of tears,
Without knowing,
You may make someone's tears start flowing,
It hurts to see someone cry,
And have them wish they would die,
I don't like to see them sad,
When instead they could be glad,
So think about what you say,
Before you ruin someone's day,
Even if tears,
Are with you all your years,
You can make someone feel glad,
And not at all sad,
Make some people you have known,
Know that they are not alone,
So that way,
You'll know you made someone smile that day.

I guess you could say that I sometimes make sure that my meaning of the poem is transparent.

ALONE
I always feel excluded,
And wish I felt included,
I always feel alone,
And I never feel at home,
I feel I don't have a friend,
Who'd stick with me to the end,
I don't talk a lot,
It's not something that can be taught,
I know I'm not alone,
That's something I have known,
It's just I feel inside,
That everyone hates my hide,
I just don't feel included,
I always feel excluded.

I guess I felt kind of lonely when I wrote this poem.

A BETTER FRIENDSHIP
When will the time be here,
Theway to travel be near,
I'm waiting,
While the time is dating,
I wish I could fly,
Up high in the sky,
Or maybe I could swim,
In the ocean waters so dim,
Maybe I could swing from tree to tree,
Not as a monkey, but as me,
But no matter what I do,
My true friend will still be you,
Maybe you could wish with me,
Not to be a monkey, fish, or bird,
That would be quite absurd,
But to make this friendship the best it can be,
Just the two of us, you and me.

I for some reason have a knack on making poems on friends, ones for birthdays or just for random things.

Well I guess I kind of like to write poems whenever I can, and as you will see after my next poem, they can sometimes get pretty weird.

SCHOOL'S RULE
In the class, In the school,
There is always a rule,
Never talk,
Always walk,
In the hall,
Never stall,
Take your time,
Keep your dime,
Don't climb up that wall,
Wipe your feet,
On the rug,
Don't step on that bug,
Wash your hands,
Get the soap,
And don't ever mope,
Remember,
In this school,
There is more than one rule.

That one I did during extra time during health class. Some of the things listed aren't actual rules (although my schoolis kind of an unreasonable school) they were only put there because it made the poem sound kind of funny.

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