Dark and starless night, weary warrior red and grey
Looking past death and decay with eyes that know the darkest mortal soul
Gliding through the hills, taking flight on borrowed quills,
The emptiness your anger fills, the wife and child that perished by your hand
Try to understand — all this hope was meant for me
How we suffered for your vanity, how I tried to set you free
You did not listen, you did not know how. I’m afraid it’s too late now.
Dark and starless night, forger’s flames that brightly blaze
Fills the room in violet haze reflecting on the marble’s pallid hue
The past is changing you — on a field of amber grain
All your fear and all your pain are soothed by your beloved’s loving hand
Try to understand — all this hope was meant for me
How we suffered for your vanity, how I tried to set you free
You did not listen, you did not know how. I’m afraid it’s too late now.
I always stood by you because your heart was true
And when only hope was left inside on that dark and starless night
You took your life as warriors sometimes do
But I could have told you, Kratos,
This world was never meant to have the hope you had in you.
Dark and starless night, statues stand in empty halls
Headless frames and heedless calls — a man whose sins relived with deep regret
All the souls that you had met — This vengeful god, this Spartan Ghost
Who could not wake their deep repose, could not erase the pain of long ago
I can never know what your eyes convey to me –
How Pandora offered clarity, how forgiveness set you free
All the gods are dead and the world is still –
There was one left to kill.
I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew it all –
Self-assured and confident while walking down the mall
But what is he thinking? What does he see?
Why is the dancing monkey staring at me?
Does he understand applause and does he even care?
How does he keep cool underneath all of that hair?
Attention seems to validate him — wouldn’t you agree?
But none of that explains why the monkey stares at me.
I can see that he is wired as well as wireless
Dancing still, carefree and careless
He must think he’s writing Shakespeare with all that technology
But why must the dancing monkey stare at me?
The very purpose in his monkey brain
is not to inform but to entertain
and thus I find this all a stunt disguised as study
as I walk past the misguided monkey staring at me.
Handing out pain with his fingers
Ending their lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Tearing their whole lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
I heard about this Spartan,
his awesome fighting style
and so I picked up this game
to play it for a while
and there he was in combat
tearing a cyclops’ eye
He was this tortured reaver,
so lonely in a crowd
He shreds them all like lettuce
and yells his lines out loud.
His life bar they diminished
but he kept fighting on
His fate depended on me,
which fueled a deep despair.
His last fight was with some god
with orange-colored hair
and though he gained forgiveness
he knows he had done wrong
This very weak mage
begrudgingly succumbs to
bullshit ninjitsu
This is my blood stain
three steps from where a note read
“Beware of ambush”
Quickly forgotten –
that arrow through your forehead
thanks to my Thief’s Ring
When this lady says
“touch the demon inside me,”
I suggest you do.
The sticky white stuff
is not what you think it is,
you filthy bastard!
A small oversight –
Gecko hides behind vendor
no stabby stabby!
In this distant land,
there are stingrays in the air.
I miss Steve Irwin
After many deaths
there is no ounce of remorse
sniping Flame Lurker
Eighteen thousand souls
taken by a skeleton
around the corner
Thirty thousand souls
lost by rolling off a cliff
Meh, I’ll farm it back
Renewed confidence –
Three arrows and a reaper:
I can has more souls?
This poem was inspired by a character in a book called “Ring Dragonz” written by my brother-in-law Mister Rengerz. SPOILER ALERT — if you haven’t read the book and don’t want to read any possible plot spoilers, don’t read the poem at the end of this post. In any case, head over to ringdragonz.com for more on the awesome book.
Ping’s Lament
Somewhere in a distant dream
a lifetime lived against the stream
I tried to calm each fearful scream
Years of sorrow passing by –
The others here before Anne Mai
I wept as I was forced to watch them die
To dry the tears of countless eyes
to banish the evil I despise
I gave my life in sacrifice
Now here I stand, dear maker-king
who made me and the dragon’s ring
Is there room in your home for Ping?
Enchanted brick of your design
who did the work of the divine –
Is the reward of Heaven mine?
From earth and clay I was wrought
born from my creator’s thought
a pawn in someone else’s plot?
I implore you, my soul momentarily revive
I need to know — did they survive?
Is my friend Anne Mai alive?
It breaks my heart to hear you when
you say Enchanted Bricks are not like Man
when I just want to see her smile again.