Coyote -> RE: The DracoWolf Times: Poet's Corner (6/25/2008 20:33:39)
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Old Poetry: Pre-2007 This is the /old/ stuff, that's at least a couple years old. "Tale of a Dragonslayer" was written so long ago, I don't even remember much about it. "What is Humanity?" was the start of my 'What's with this world' rambles and my start into darker works. "Against the Tide" was inspired by one of Stephen King's short stories; I forget which. It was the one where the kids go swimming and are attacked by the slime-monster. "I Wonder Why" was written for a school contest. A contest that I got a pretty high ranking in, despite the fact that I thought I would flop and fail miserably. I didn't show up for the banquet, and found out from an English teacher that it got pretty high up there. >_> Tale of a Dragonslayer Refuge was what the man sought, From door to door, but all for naught. For every man had turned him down, No matter what he wore; rags or crown, In his journey for truth and justice. From village to town to city he would travel, On roads of brick, of stone, of gravel. Seeking justice for a great wrong, For just that moment he traveled long, In his goal of mad revenge. As a child, his home was broken, Painful memories were his only token Of his loving parents, lost in dragon's fire. So dragons he killed in his ire, In his journey of wrath and darkness. Finally, his troubles were paid, For he reached the mountain his dragon had made, For only his home, and nothing more, Though gold and jewels scattered the floor. He had reached his lifelong dream. In the cave, the dragon slept. And with a war-cry, the slayer leaped, Into the battle that was his last, As it dragged on; nothing fast. It seemed their skill was matched. Finally, the man knelt down, Having wounded the one who killed his town. But heavily wounded, the slayer prayed, That before he died, his vengeance was repaid And they lay dying, together. Now that monument stands Vacant, with more treasure than the land. But nobody would ever go near, For the treasure is now their greatest fear, As the blood of man and dragon stained it red. Dragons may die, man may kill. But in killing, the emptiness will never fill, Rather, the emptiness will grow greater, And the spirit killed sometime later. Many have not understood the lesson. And some, who have understood peace, Built a village, where battle will cease. Children laugh, hatchlings play, In that village of eternal day, Where man and dragon work, together. What is Humanity? What is happiness, but hormones coursing through your brain? What is despair but a simple absence of it? What is love, but great liking And what is hate, but dislike, only stronger by a bit? What is order, but a simple idea And what is chaos, but a lack of order? What is anger, but a very bad fit That happens when someone crosses your border? A friend is someone you like And an enemy is one you hate. But a single experience can make friends enemies And make enemies your closest mate. A brother can be your worst enemy And somebody else your best friend. A father can be the most uncaring But around others, that wound can mend. Humanity is but a multitude of ideas That cause order, love, and lack of pain. Then what of those like Hitler: They are human, yet inhumane? Why is chaos considered bad? Why is helping considered good? Why is murder a class one felony But murdering a tyrant, you should? Humanity is a question that puzzled the greatest scholars When it was they who thought of it. It is us that follows its code But we are losing it, bit by bit. Against the Tide As I walk down Night's peaceful shore Shallow waves pacify my very core. It is a great night for an evening walk Just a nightly stroll and nothing more. A raven hearkens the approach of the moon For the sun will now be departing soon. Above my head flies an eagle in its splendor And in the distance is the cry of the loon. The moon; she lightens up the night Sending wraiths scattering about in fright The moon is full, the night is clear But clouds now block her from our sight. High tide approaches and the waves draw in As if to swallow the world for ungrateful sin. The waves lap at my heels like a hungry dog As I stumble through dark of Satan's kin. I quicken my pace to overcome the sea In a maddening race for victory. Fright overcomes my dulling senses As the loon calls out mournfully. I scarcely feel the spray on my face As I slowly begin to lose the race. I suddenly realize its sheer futility As the wave hold me in their cold embrace. The tide drags me in with its iron grip And frantically, I wait for its hold to slip. Just one minor fault is all I need But hope is lost in this desperate rip. The clouds leave and bright is the moon, The sea is peaceful and the sun rises soon. The world is as normal as it can be And in the distance is the cry the loon. I Wonder Why When I look up at the evening sky See the stars twinkling in the night See the pale moon shining bright And I stop to think, and to wonder, I wonder why. The ocean in its vengeful glory Dragging ships down to the deeps below Its brilliant life setting the seas aglow In flame, brighter than the brightest sun, Telling its own watery story. As a child, I was flung open wide To the mysteries surrounding my very being. I thought, “Why do we exist?” and began seeing Of all possibilities in the world around me. But the meaning of life lies deep inside. Of all the things in the whole wide world Only some are open to our knowing. Others have only just begun showing Answers to the very world around us But yet the answers have not unfurled. Life and the world, in all its mystery Revealing little, demanding tons. Most of what we see are simple illusions Yet we still think, “I wonder why” As it gets written in the great novel History. I wonder why the nightly stars shine Why there is pain and why we all must die Why everyone here must eventually say goodbye To all of our friends and family around us And to those Destiny will later intertwine. What is Destiny? What is Fate? Is there really a set path in life? Can it all end by a murderer’s knife? All hopes, all dreams, all yet to unfold Are all destroyed by a petty hate? The world’s mysteries surround us Why the moon shines, why the wolf howls If we’ll ever travel to the Earth’s very bowels And so I stop, and to think, and to wonder, I wonder why.
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