Dominions 3 Poetry

[Endoperez]

I was listening to this clip Korppi (mp3 file) from Finnish group Suden Aika's cd Unta. I wanted to try creating a poem so that Edi wouldn't feel all alone, and I liked the rhythm of the piece. So here we have:

Ascension

Signs and omens of - Destruction:
all is doomed for They are waking
gods are moving, giants walking
lesser beings' lives are nothing
highest Throne is all that matters
Tartarus waits for those who forfeit
(empty victory of the loneliest being)
I'm unmatched
my power peerless
the last great pretender

Long live the Pantokrator!

Why worship sun when darkness falls not?
I am god of fools and weaklings
the Loneliest being,
my last act
unmaking

[sansanjuan]

Two guys from Finland with a mastery of the English language. The beers are on me if I ever get to Finland.
-SSJ

[cupido2]

Here the poem of the most famous Markata poet known in Patala's lands:

Ugugug-kreek
yukyuk-squeek

[sansanjuan]

They plagiarized that from Yeats!
-SSJ

[Edi]

As I have said on many occasions, the Dominions world's thematics fascinate me and sometimes things insist on being written. Such as the following piece, which I tied to the Iron kingdom pieces I wrote before. Kristoffer really does come up with all too evocative names for things...



The Chasm of Black Roses (version 2, September 12th, 2008)

Leading deep into the mountains
Treacherous the secret trail,
Known by few among the living,
A terror to make courage fail...

At its end a hidden place,
An old storm-lashed keep,
Where dark, forbidding walls
Guard black secrets buried deep...

Forgotten fortress of old,
Last redoubt of a final stand
Of those who stayed true
Even with the end at hand...

One among their number no friend,
A priest whose benediction
Masked underneath a false heart,
His words in truth a Malediction!

Guarded the walls in death,
As they once were in life,
By spectral warriors undying,
Slain by a traitor's knife...

The fort a graveyard of the damned,
Cursed by servants of the Dark Lord,
Yet unbroken still the ancient oaths,
Serve the True God with their swords!

Past the postern gate of the castle,
Grove of evergreens on the brink
Of the gorge where their bones lie,
Where blood flowed for soil to drink...

Fed the thorny stems by streams from above,
Blooming strong and heady as the day closes,
Dark petals weeping tears of dew in tribute
For the dead in the Chasm of Black Roses...

[Meursy]

Originally Posted by Endoperez

I was listening to this clip Korppi (mp3 file) from Finnish group Suden Aika's cd Unta. I wanted to try creating a poem so that Edi wouldn't feel all alone, and I liked the rhythm of the piece. So here we have:

Ascension

Signs and omens of - Destruction:
all is doomed for They are waking
gods are moving, giants walking
lesser beings' lives are nothing
highest Throne is all that matters
Tartarus waits for those who forfeit
(empty victory of the loneliest being)
I'm unmatched
my power peerless
the last great pretender

Long live the Pantokrator!

Why worship sun when darkness falls not?
I am god of fools and weaklings
the Loneliest being,
my last act
unmaking

Hi Endo,

In my haste with my last post I forgot to mention your poem, which I also really liked, particularly the final stanza ending in 'unmaking', really cool rhythm and vibe there, nice!

Yeah keep posting people!

[Gandalf Parker]

This is crossposted from another forum with permission of the author Dawkish.

NewDawn

Just for ****s and giggles I thought I would post the remainder of my "turn limericks" that I wrote for the NewDawn LP when it started. If you were following the thread you may have noticed that my gimmick was a little ditty each turn. I was reading back through them today and realized that it is a pretty funny example of the emotions one goes through when they are being rushed by Niefelheim. Since they were already written, I thought I might as well post them.

These were each written during the turn, never after, so they capture pretty much exactly how I felt. You may have to do a bit of reading between the lines.

Arcoscephale – Turn 0

Greetings all from ancient Greece,
We used to be a land of peace,
Milk and honey flowed like wine,
Wine flowed like streams in summertime.

But now that the Ascension comes,
We must destroy these other bums,
And raise our god to number one,
The Nibbler is here for everyone!

He’ll eat your head and **** your brains,
He lives to inflict deadly pains,
He’s big and fast and leafy green,
When he gets hungry, he gets mean.

So up we take our ancient arms,
And leave our women at the farms,
We march to war and to prevail,
For the glory of Arcoscephale.

(Note: I pronounce Arcoscephale as “Ar-coh-sef-ail.” I have heard different pronunciations but I’m not sure if there is a right one.)

Arcoscephale – Turn 1

We begin the study of alteration,
To prepare for The Nibbler’s new vocation,
Scary though he is right now,
Wait till you see us pimp him out!

Slings and arrows just rustle his hair,
His heads protected by gusts of air,
And swords will find no flesh to tear,
His misty form is hardly there.

But illusions will be the trick most clever,
From reality their minds will sever,
As they watch one beast, a horrid sight,
Turn into six they have to fight!

Arcoscephale – Turn 2

The Nibbler is anxious to spread his fame,
To head into wilds yet untamed,
So off he goes to spread his light,
Can’t blame the guy, he loves to fight.

Our mortal force as well prepares,
No rest for us, no time to spare,
These Indies still call themselves free,
For The Nibbler we’ll make them take the knee.

Shields up front! Slings in back!
Get ready boys and let’s attack!
We do it for the greater good,
And to get laid as young men should.

Arcoscephale – Turn 3

Philosophers, angry old men,
Will help to find our spells so when,
The Nibbler finds another god,
He’ll crush him with a fang filled nod.

Our army has fought well this day,
The losses low, the celebrants gay,
We hear The Nibbler had a ball,
He ate one guy, shield, sword and all!

We decide to train some of the guys,
To ride on horses that can fly,
It takes some time to do it right,
But just a few can win a fight.

Arcoscephale – Turn 4

Oh no! Oh no! Our god is dead!
Hit by giants in both his heads!
Nasty cold makes a tired snake,
Our god is dead for goodness sake!

Plans of alteration done,
To evocation we must run,
A last ditch chance to save our lands,
Throwing lightning from our hands.

Now former plans are laid to rest,
For this will surely be a test,
Oreiads will be called to fight,
To kill the freezing giant blight.

Arcoscephale – Turn 5

We run with tails between our legs,
From frozen giants with chests like kegs,
We want to fight for glory and fame,
But against small people. This isn’t the same.

There is no counter to this rush,
Our game plan is a pot o’ mush,
And so we sit inside our walls,
And await foul enemy’s battle calls.

The only hope is evocation,
We study towards that destination,
When Oreiads with hands alight,
Can bring electricity to the fight.

Arcoscephale – Turn 6

Here I sit, broken hearted,
Went to expand but barely started,
Sitting in my castle thinking,
I may take up heavy drinking.

But drunk or not, I still must try,
To poke these *******s in the eye,
My little plan to go out well,
Seems a good way to go to hell.

But no despair will keep me down,
Still in my castle I wear the crown,
My one last try is very near,
For me, I ask you, shed no tears.

Arcoscephale – Turn 7

The giants take my final land,
For them it’s easy, just as planned,
I think that I’ll just keep this one short,
There’s very little to report.

Arcosephale – Turn 8

Seduce! You harlots, filthy ****s,
Caress your tits and waggle your butts,
Attempt to gain some giant affection,
By causing a raging giant erection.

But they go not with empty hands,
To show the spots where they lack tans,
We’ve made our goal in evocation,
For our juicy babes of incantation.

So just in case their wiles fail,
And flaccid giants they assail,
They will not die without a fight,
Sweet ‘lectric ladies of the night.

Arcoscephale – Turn 9

**** me I say,
**** me says I,
**** Oreiads
And seduce. Oh why
Did I not know
That they can’t go
And pick up dudes
With attitudes
And bring them back
Or just attack
Without a land
That’s free of bands
Of frozen guys,
Of unnatural size?
**** me that’s why.

Arcoscephale – Turn 10

Well there it is,
My time is done,
All I can do,
Is have some fun.

I really could not,
Have started much worse,
Than stuck in a corner,
That was the first curse.

Then finding my neighbors,
Were well blessed thugs,
I knew in my heart,
That I would get mugged.

So I sit in my castle,
And know I am dead,
I wish I could have shown,
All that was ahead.

My plans seemed so smart,
My build seemed divine,
My start seemed auspicious,
My Oreiads so fine.

What I could have done different,
There may be debate,
But it’s moot with the enemy,
Now at the gates.

Fin