Poems: Infiltrator, Sorcerer, Paladin, Minstrel

[Belomar]

As self-appointed Realm Chronicler of Albion/Excalibur and a Minstrel at that, I have taken the liberty of writing a number of poems describing some of the heroes of Albion. I thought I should post them here (on Fingoniel's urging) so that more can get to read them.

The Tread of Assassins
The fall of the leaf, the wind in the basin,
All resound louder than the tread of assassins.
Eyes of darkness, mind of cunning,
Ever-watchful for the careless running.
Daggers flash through night-chilled air,
Find their marks with ruthless flair.
Sheathing these weapons with satisfied glee,
Yet an enemy unable to flee!

The Sorcerer's Ambition
Moulding minds with arcane magic,
Leading foes to ends so tragic.
Whispering honeyed words of power,
Endeavouring all will to cower.
Savage beast at beck and call,
Guarding its master lest he fall.
Tempted by dominion's lure,
A sorcerer's ambition has no cure.

A Versatile Beast
While roguish and charming with a lute in his hands,
This poet of battle thrives in war-ravaged lands.
Tapping his drum with effortless ease,
Playing his flute to make his foe freeze.
Bending the will of the creatures around,
Sending them chasing the target to ground.
Hide in thin air, perform at a feast.
Aye, the minstrel's a versatile beast.

The Fearless
In his shining armor dressed,
Always stoic, ever blessed.
By the Holy Church anointed,
Weapons at the foe is pointed.
Sacred longsword bravely swinging,
Bloodied shield the weak upbringing.
Striding forth with fearless power,
Paladins will never cower.

Any comments are of course welcome! More poems will follow soonish.

 

[Flimgoblin]

Hrm should I post my "humourous" alternate versions?

 

[Flimgoblin]

Sod it why not

Just for the record I think Belomar's poems are superb

When he first posted them in Excal/alb boards I did "John Hegley" versions (which are nothing like John Hegley... but are almost possible to classify as funny so fall into the comic poetry category I guess.. anyway I'm over-analysing now)

The Sorcerer's Ambition
Moulding minds with arcane magic,
Leading foes to ends so tragic.
Whispering honeyed words of power,
Oh arse, who broke mezz?

The Fearless
In his shining armor dressed,
Always stoic, ever blessed.
By the Holy Church anointed,
Weapons at the foe is pointed.
Sacred longsword bravely swinging,
Bloodied shield the weak upbringing.
Striding forth with fearless power,
He got mezzed before he left the tower.

A versatile beast
While roguish and charming with a lute in his hands,
This poet of battle thrives in war-ravaged lands.
Tapping his drum with effortless ease,
Groans as he hears, 'Mana song please.'
For the fortieth time this hour,
he's regenerating their power.
Could he maybe mesmerise?
A discordant note, just some surprise?
Anything to test his vocal range...
Oh wait, 'speed please', there's a change.

 

[old.Tohtori]

Justice and donuts.

I met a guy just outside haggerfel,
he asked me if he could have one silver.
I gave him one and was on my way,
until i realised he had something else to say.

"Gimme 1 g PLZ" and he was serious,
i couldn't believe this, it was too ridicilous.
I said no, i don't even have that much,
he replied with "FU, yoor moMMa sux!"

Only then i noticed his name was "eleet haxor",
but before i could speak he said "man u suxor"
I told him to sod off and ran away from the whiner,
next thing i saw...eleet haxor was slain by a vein spider.


Not my best but to hell with it

 

[SFXman]

Haha... all were good if you ask me. I loved Fingoniel's version of the minstrel poem