Title says most of it. This is more like an epic than a poem though. I came up with it on the way to school. Tell me what you think. Calliope would be proud.
In an old, mighty town by the shore There was a dragon knocking at the door Heroes were called; as were soldiers brave But none of them, could the town save
The civilians watched, blood-scent sickened As their best warriors were all then stricken In the midst of this was a young boy Who was determined to bring peace and joy
The king, he promised gold and wives So many attempted heroes gave their lives But the boy, he wanted naught Yet still, to the town he went and fought
Not a moment too soon was his arrival The dragon just slain its main archrival Ready to pillage and then to burn The dragon wrought havoc, as the boy was soon to learn
The hero pulls his bowstring taut Arrow ready to fly, and discover The true love, of peace, he sought The crowd watches, all in awe It's sure to be the coup de grace Then the boy disappears into the dragon's maw
The others stare, terrified Sure they must have mistaken eyes Then the red hot rage breaks through their shock They pick up sticks, and rocks They throw them at the dragon, yea And the dragon, then he flies away
The townsfolk, they were left alone Frightened, shaken to the bone Their town in shambles, all their warriors dead The trodden dirt, now soaked with red
The weakling, the young one Because of him, the battle was won With his final breaths He passed the savior's final test To sacrifice, to give again So they may win, and he may rest
I think that because I had nothing to write it down on, I left some of what I came up with on the way to school in some lost-memory refuge in my mind(which would probably be full to bursting, then). But still...fairly good. But it's not my opinion that counts. It's yours. So what do you think?
What do you guys think? I didn't want to make a new thread...
We stand proud and strong We know our power will not last long But nothing's forever Our bonds we will sever But our pride will remain The only thing we can retain
Our empire, falls to the ground Once strong, mighty, proud And though it's not easy To feel weak and measly
We stand before the dawn Take the cards that we draw But we will not run And when this is done We will be remembered For our graceful departure
Oh, I wish it could last But our might is the past An empire, elegant and brave Tis just our time...no one can save
We stand for the humble We stand straight and tall And though our strength, it might crumble Our faith in ourselves never falls
Losing, slipping, in a new land Fail to the bottom like hourglass sand But we keep our souls and our pride The part of us that will never die
We crawl through the night Never forgetting our sight So hear what we have to say Before we all just fade away
Walk with your head held high Even as you know you will die And you will be remembered for your fallen grace And for your saving Of this blessed, cursed place
Weak we may be, but we won't forget Our powerful debt Our blood, where we come from As we walk, like soldiers, into the sun
It's pretty good Moat, although the rhythm seems a little unbalanced. It's good rhythm, just it varies a lot in spots. The rhyme is fairly good, and makes a lot of sense. The meaning, well, quite frankly, is certainly there. It's one that you would have to read 2 or 3 times to decipher its meaning.
Yay! Godly Prince Tussla concludes that my poem is good! Yeah...that happens a lot with my poems; the rhythm changes from stanza to stanza. Need to be more consistent. xP Yeah; I really had the blurry idea of the meaning first, then kind of made it into a poem. Really? I thought the meaning was pretty obvious.
