darkliquid
New Member
I decided to knock together a crown cinquain over the last half hour or so that warns of a Numenera artifact with terrible powers. Perhaps it can be used in a campaign as a rumour or warning but otherwise it stands alone as rough exercise in structured poetry. Anyways - enjoy!
To sink
below the earth
you must find sleep in death
and journey long. The way is dark
and bleak.
Beneath
the roaming hills
sleeping stones are turning.
They are weeping, curled in perfect
spheres.
Echoes,
spheres singing.
Musical eggs, they crack
the lightest touch, it brings you back
to life.
Awake,
reborn again
anew, you rise, but changed
the singing o' the spheres reforged
your heart.
Stronger,
Faster, colder, harder.
Beneath the roaming hills, weeping
the spheres enslave their next victim.
Arise.
To sink
below the earth
you must find sleep in death
and journey long. The way is dark
and bleak.
Beneath
the roaming hills
sleeping stones are turning.
They are weeping, curled in perfect
spheres.
Echoes,
spheres singing.
Musical eggs, they crack
the lightest touch, it brings you back
to life.
Awake,
reborn again
anew, you rise, but changed
the singing o' the spheres reforged
your heart.
Stronger,
Faster, colder, harder.
Beneath the roaming hills, weeping
the spheres enslave their next victim.
Arise.