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Post by Drakan » May 29th, 2006, 16:30

To Predator: Agreed.

To Hellen: I'm all happy to answer this request. Honoured actually! :D But you're more intimate with gargoyles than I. PM me with any knowledge about them and I'll see what I can whip up.
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...

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Post by Drakan » May 29th, 2006, 17:55

I'm proud to say that I have written and finished my first ever BLOOD POEM! Sorry to be vain here but I'm DAMN FUCKING proud of it.

Shial anyone? ;)


Out of the water
Into her cold nest
Loaded is Caleb ready to fight her
Shial's next to be killed by the best

Mother's victims hang from the ceiling
Swinging and swaying with vain struggle
One Caleb spies with dreaded feeling
A familiar cry that's disturbingly subtle

Relentlessly they try to wriggle
But they will never break free
Endlessly they try to jiggle
From the pain they cannot see

Thick is Shial's home with the scent of death
No mistake he can smell her alright
And he grows tense with each bated breath
For she could be anywhere but not in sight

Out of nowhere she suddenly swings
And plants a bite right on his back
But he simply shrugs off all the stings
Time to make this bitch bleed and crack.

Her children come pouring out of bodies and boards
The Tommygun sings it's tune as they bleed like piss
Her children come at Caleb by the hundred of hordes.
And as they all die, he smiles at mother's angry hiss.

Now it's down between him and Shial
His shotgun barks it's menacing tone
He'll bleed her like a smashed vial
She'll be no more when she's ripped and done.

And so his shotgun echoes like thunder
She staggers back in a painful recoil
Her shrieks pierce the air as her flesh is torn asunder
She bleeds her wounds unto the thick soil

With a heavy cry she staggers to the ground
And painfully she lays down to die
A hard lesson learned about being put down
Up against Caleb death is not worth a try

And so from Gabriella's bones he takes the meat
Listening to the moaning victims with each bite
He takes his leave from the cavern after he eats
And soon will fade this cold and bitter night.
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...

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Post by Choronzon » May 29th, 2006, 18:02

You should be proud of it! I enjoyed that :twisted:
Im gonna paint the town red...

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Post by Drakan » May 29th, 2006, 19:09

Thank you sir! :D
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Post by Drakan » Jun 7th, 2006, 17:36

Greetings gang! Another fresh "Bloodoem" (Blood poem ;)) written by yours truly! I present... CHEOGH!

Comments will be truly welcomed for this one. :)


So many of them killed
So many of them dead
His joy of the blood he has spilled
One more heart each he is fed

Many a battle he hath wage
Through graves trains and towns
Many have felt his hate and rage
Each one who fights winds up going down

High up in the highest hills
Where the winds sing songs of death
So many killed so many spills
Up he climbs without losing breath

Up he runs the steps of the flight
Past all the dead men badly tattered
And so he gazed the devastating sight
A familiar love that's been bloodied and battered

Much of her body was torn asunder
Blood slowly dripping like dying tears
Caleb roars loud like thunder
Unvieled is a man with true hate and no fears

The Stone winged lord hears this call
cackling away at what the man has lost
Eyes locked it's time for one to fall
To hell with it all this demon is toast

Through red tears Caleb pumps shells and hate
Lord Chogh roars as he tries to attack
But Cheogh will be felled for it is his fate
And with one last shot he finally dies and cracks

The restless skies above grow still
Revealing a world with no tommrow
The winds die down and lose their chill
There stands a man of bitterness and sorrow

And so he cremates Ophelia as he cries
And so is strenghtened a desire to kill Tchernobog
You're soon to be dead my Master, because everybody dies!
Soon I'll come for you and gut you like a dog!

*bows*
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Post by zZaRDoZz » Jun 10th, 2006, 09:34

Well done Drakan. Not quite Extra Crispy- but close. 8)

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Post by Drakan » Jun 11th, 2006, 16:49

Thank you sir, it's appreciated. Close is good with me. 8)

My latest titled Drug. It's about street drugs to be precise (I've never done that actually, not even weed. I just wrote it for the hell of it). Enjoy!


When surrounded
I'm your knight
I keep you from harm
During the fight

I'm the sheild
And the weapon
that you wield
You will walk away

I'm your pleasure
When depressed
I'm your treasure
when you sell me

I'm your reason
to be mugged
I'm your treason
Gotta stay rough

I'm your cure
when you're sick
I'm your lure
Of overdose death

I'm the devil
we made a deal
I'm a monster
I am real

You'll slowly die
as I feed you
and when you cry
No one will be there
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...

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Post by zZaRDoZz » Jul 3rd, 2006, 11:48

EDITED JULY 6

The blue pill opens your eyes...

Is there a better way?

A new religion perscribed...

To those without the faith.

A hero's holding a knife.

And Blood is not enough.

Is it to late to go back?

Is it to late to go?


There's no one here...

People everywhere...

You're on your own...


...

...

Lets see if I'm hearing this right

You say that I should take?

The never-endings are planned...

To carry out the dead.

Your idols burn in the fire...

But mine comes crawlin' out.

I'm reclaiming my mind...

Destroying everyone.



There's no one here...

people everywhere...

Your'e all alone...

...

...



Queens of the Stone Age
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Post by Drakan » Jul 4th, 2006, 16:16

Nice one, sir. 8)

And I present to you all...: Apocolypse. Enjoy.


Birds singing of a sky blue
Of air fresh and green trees
Blissful of the evil that grew
And unprepared for dark times

People are wondering
People are traveling
Unaware of the evil stirring
Unaware of the fateful day

Children are laughing
And they are dancing
As Angels are choking
Spill the tainted holy blood

The skies start stirring
Like a soul going black
Horned evil are pouring
Cause it's time for their fun

Staring down a barrel
Staring down pitch black
No use in crying my friends
The world is always gonna crack

True that we all die
Blood will shed from me
Might as well stay still
No use in trying to flee

Yellow Bellow
Orange Roar
Sad and Mellow
The sky is black

Only me at the gate
My world on fire
Alone suffering this fate
getting tired and lonely

No heaven for us
Our souls are sold
In a dark and lonely world
living in the bitter cold
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...

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Post by Daedolon » Jul 5th, 2006, 01:04

I was born in pain
Yet here I am, standing strong
I am more than Death
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Post by Daedalus » Jul 15th, 2006, 23:49

Alright, Drakan, it is time
after many a wait and boring chore
to comment on many a Bloody rhyme
and fulfil a promise I made long before

What's this I see, do my eyes deceive?
Verse of Cheogh, Shial and war?
Very near to my black heart this cleaves;
so many topics that I adore

Nice work, Drakan, I truly mean it
though sentence length could be checked
so they can match, bit by bit
and all the more easily I could reflect

But this is Blood and we're all friends
or so I like to believe, at least
And the love for Blood and old games ends
when topics such as this do cease!

--

Something nameless and deep that I posted on Transfusion. You can derive a few interpretations from it, as is common with most of my writings:

Thy face hath estranged
thy ways hath changed
and naught hath essence of old, anymore.

Are these not the hallowed halls?
The ceramic floors? The gargoyle calls?
Yea, in part, for they are mirrored
but part inside hath slowly withered
and naught hath essence of old, anymore.

Is that not the name of a friend?
The hell-hound rend? The shadow-bend?
Are they not one and the same?
At observation, not the aforesaid game?
Nay, dear friend, for they are alien
naught can hold candle to archaic meridian
and none hath caught the heart of before
and naught hath essence of old, anymore.

Why the makeup, my love above all?
'tis thy natural beauty that I adore!
thy laughter, thy spirit, thy subtle emotion
to cover these up would be proposterous notion
so why the get-up? The deceit? The abusal of lore?
Never should you need the cutting room floor!
Lest any be lost, should it earn restore
and naught hath essence of old, anymore.

Thou canst not kill that which dost not live
and those beyond death do never forgive
the betrayal of life, the theft of soul
those whose revival is ultimate goal
but once under the stone one can never return
and research further what was left unlearned
for climbing to the surface would yield a product to abhor
and naught hath essence of old, anymore.
Kazashi wrote:Daedalus, I don't care how much you know about Blood, your attitude has to change.
Blood + Focus = Love · Faith is the key · Heretics and traitors cannot stand before us · Some games are self-perpetuating - Blood requires conscientious communal effort to survive · We are the last line · Ask not for whom the main menu animates · Blood's promotion and survival - all other gaming considerations are secondary · More than just a game · Need a hint? · Make a stand

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Post by Drakan » Jul 16th, 2006, 17:21

First, thank you for the comments sir! It is appreciated. I'm still yet to describe the battle between Cerberus and Caleb, but that will become in due time. I admit that yes, the sentences jar about in thier lengths, but meh, that's normal of me. It doesn't worry me.

Yours too is quite well done. To me the intepretaion -manily influenced by where I first read it- seems to be about change in gaming. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but like I said, it was influenced by it's first sighting in the Mouse problem thread at TF. My intepratation goes like this:

We once boldly moved forward on gameplay, imagination and other little things in between. The guns, the levels, the sense of exploration. The heightened action like those moments in Doom, Blood and even one's Beloved Wolf3D! But now these days we ignore it completely and change focus to graphics, storyline, and interaction with the movie. The sad thing is that since Half-Life did this, other companies probably changed to that focus with Valve just to keep their own games from drowning - no longer did the crowd want fast and furious action, but an emphasis on story and such well, shit really. Yes, literally, shit. Or perhaps for the FPS world is that all I see these days thanks to Half-Baked? Has this bastardized company Valve blinded to me to the potential rare hidden goodness? Hell, I blame them for looking at Painkiller amongst the other games with it as another scripted walk through a shooter movie - I would never have played it if it weren't for the Blood communities.

Ahhh but I ramble in the wrong thread now. So I'll take the liberty and joy of bestowing another poem upon you all. Daedalon, also! It was rather perhaps a short poem, but the insight is no less breathtaking - be proud for writing that.

And now, "Silence". Enjoy!


Child sits at her window this evening
She only wanted to hear howling tonight
Farther's Despise now they're dying and bleeding
Sounds of sobbing fill this lonely house
All she wanted was something to break this silence

Across the tundra everything is blanketed in icy rain
Alone in her room, she's the daughter of a farther she no longer knows
Across the plains, they're howling spirits know her pain
Asleep in her room, they're bonded souls watch over her
All she ever needed was howling to burst through the silence
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...

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Post by NAto » Oct 5th, 2006, 17:07

Cool so here's a poem I did recently...

IN THE NIGHT
I wake up.
Yet not as one should wake,
My legs are stiff, my knees on something hard,
I am standing, leaning, shivering from cold.
The room is dark and blurry,
Yet my vision is good.
I try to make sense of the sound I am hearing,
The sound of running taps
From the basin in front of me.
I turn off the taps and return to bed.

When mind and reality are one,
When what the mind perceives
Is the mind itself,
Blurred boundaries of the semi-conscious,
Herein lies the mind, unguarded.

As I lay my head down,
My heart fills with icy cold.
My room is much too large!
I stumble around,
Grasping hopelessly at rationality.
I try to scream out in fear,
Only to yield a wisp of air
From my cold, pale lips.
My body has frozen,
I cannot move.

When mind and reality are one,
When what the mind perceives
Is the mind itself,
Blurred boundaries of the semi-conscious,
Herein lies the mind, unguarded.

My eyes dart from corner to corner.
Shadows shifting on the walls,
Mockingly avoiding focus,
Keeping to the corners of vision.
My breath becomes grated,
Surely someone will hear!
When will this end?
Suddenly on my chest,
An inhuman pressure.
This can’t be happening!

When mind and reality are one,
When what the mind perceives
Is the mind itself,
Blurred boundaries of the semi-conscious,
Herein lies the mind, unguarded.

As soon as it had left,
Life fills my body once more.
It’s finally over.
As my heart starts to thaw,
I flex my limbs.
My body burns with heat,
My face on fire.
I need to cool down,
Yes, rationality speaks once more.
I stumble towards the bathroom.

When mind and reality are one,
When what the mind perceives
Is the mind itself,
Blurred boundaries of the semi-conscious,
Herein lies the mind, unguarded.

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Post by Drakan » Oct 23rd, 2006, 17:45

Another Doomery poem. I was at this one awhile and beyond the last passage you see, I kept struggling as to what to write beyond. Then i looked at it and thought "Nahhh, it ends perfectly this way". So... here it is, a poetic entepretation of Doom's intro story. Enjoy....

Hallways stand lonely like silent marines
No sound echoes like muted dreams
Every room bearing blood red scars
The worst war fought on Planet Mars

Conducted Tests that got carried away
We invited ourselves into a violent fray
And so we brought about all our deaths
And thus were cheated of every last breath.

Out they came from their blackened portals
Their teeth and flesh were hungry for mortals.
No one was spared no matter their screams
No one was spared for a chance to redeem.

Tainted grounds of splattered blood
Strewn organs as thick as mud
Powders and shards of grinded bone
Now all has been said and done

Every shotgun blast gone for naught
For every last man who madly fought
All these brave dead souls we honor
For the moments they fought the horror

There comes a man from this bloody mist
His guns at hand he's downright pissed
A scream escapes it's time for war
Vain is not what a marine's death is for

Hopefully to come Soon: The battles he fought with the Barons of Hell, plus the showdown with the spider mastermind! Coming to a morgue near you!
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...

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These are actually lyrics for a song I'm working on

Post by BoneofFear » Oct 24th, 2006, 02:02

Death Becomes Thee

By K-Bone

Love from saturated violence
Fear in his heart as he's burned alive
A martyr lays in ruins
Will lead the way for us to die

Blood flows like champeign,on a hard wood floor
These violent whispers,Echo's in her head
"Do you want to live in fear,or live among the dead?"
Her lungs deterorating,as the smoke fills her veins


The Emporer eyes filled with fire
Mind closed to those diseased
Showing no more signs of weakness
Flooding the stage with anarchy

Blood drips from his body,as his skin is torn away
His final words begin to haunt,those held sacred
"Our god will determine your fall,death to you who reign in dispare."
"Set him on fire,Burn for the loot that you stole!!"


Greed and filth wrapped in Tyranny
Broken and tired thou shalt be laid to rest
While the axe seperates his skull
And impure blood flows into his land

Empire shown in discrace,All the blood staining brick to brick
Colored in a stain of arogance,Their disolusion begins to fade
The horror left behind,will never be forgiven by the light throne
His misconsesions have lead you,to waist...
I don't suffer from insanity,I'm enjoying every second of it. - Clan Malkavian

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