Simply time wasting poem
This is something I wrote on MSN during a chat with Rettick and Dragadon. I was tired, and my pals were only writing dung, so I decided to write dung as well. I've made some changes on it and this is what it became:
Blue fire consumes minds, elementals delivers their killing punches over and over again,
the centaur that stabs a hydra in it's chest with a spear, a last mistake due to it's powers,
the elven archers that colours the sky black with arrows poisoned by hatred and death, rains down on foolish warriors too proud to hide away from the enemy,
the knights that slays the dark undead forces who slowly tears away the hope from noble warriors hearts and the flesh from their bones...
life and death united in a hit from unholy weapons...
the symbol stands clear and glowing as the angel slays the demon, burning with anger,
as joyful as the harpeys that attacks the naga with burning claws and swords, towards the unprotected chest,
the basilisk's freezing bite in a ogre's neck who unknowing about the coming threat enjoys the death of the golden dragon and the blood that colours the ground red...
...fighting for pride...
...killing for honor...
...to what price?
the sun rising over a silent battlefield,
the heroes walk away, beaten by foes too mighty,
their spells not powerful, their armies slain, the pride has gone,
some long for being a part of the slain on the ground,
other...
is living for the next day, still breathing,
the victorious is there, undead, pulsating in a cold body of death,
raising the slain as his new minions,
undead...
angel wings will always be still, demon ashes spread along the ground,
swords stung in the ground, open eyes that bear witness of the slow death and the pain within it...
death is all over them. The quiet battlefield is just about to awake again...
bones that makes squeeking sounds as they arise again, flesh that needs neither heart nor soul to do their new duty,
the spirits that cry out their hatred and pain,
with their dead bodies fighting for dark purposes they will never be free,
catched in a world where the fight will never end. Where darkness always will be a threat to the light,
Who has the answers to the questions that was the meaning of the fight?
Will the ghosts of the slain be free, in a world where light has no foes?
...no...
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