OOC [Toulouse Academy of Refinement~Year 2]

Very well. I shalt make a poem about the wonder that is the Epic of Youth! I shalt also attempt to ensure it is reasonably lengthed. Note that it may not be up for a while, as I am waiting to go home. 
It was a dream.


It was a nightmare.


It was a past.


It was a future.


He fought hard


He was weak


He was strong


He was human.


It was his goal,


And in the end it was reached,


How then...


How could his end be worthy of this?


They forgot. All of them.


But I still remember.


His name was Youth.


And he gave everything for this end.


In the beggining,


All was chaos.


Wars were started here or there.


And peace was but a dream.


And yet he held tight.


Even as war after war tore the world


Ripped it into peices as small as the light


He held on.


One day he was chosen,


Sent to learn to be a knight.


It took his all to continue, and yet...


Continue he did.


It was there we met.


He was brave, but weak,


He was compassionate, but strong


A wall of contradictions.


I was but a lady-in-waiting


And he a mere squire


And yet we agreed


The chaos had to stop.


And so he went on to fight


To end the wars


And I rose in society


Assassinating those necessary.


He was the light


I was the dark


And as one


We brought The Dawn.


Let all know


Our struggle was not in vein


for all our victories


Led you to this day.


And at the last battle


We stood together


The army crushed under us


As all our might was used


Yet at the end, the light faded...


And it was up to the darkness


Land of dreams


To end it all.


You call me a queen


You call him a mere symbol


Little do you know


I could not have done it alone.


I am but a dream.


He was the starlight


I am but a shadow


Without him...


I could not have been brought to reality.
 
I may as well give up now... *sighs* One sec, let me write something. 
I was young:


Stupid


Wrong


Weak


Sick


I was young:


Smart


Kind


Funny


Strong


I am an adult:


Me.


Meh this makes no sense... :/
 
I like it as well, Ans and would invite you two to make poems for the amusement of the kingdom as a price for both of your efforts!
 
Since Saphy is traveling home, I suppose I must entertain you. Would you like a poem about nothing or passion?
 
i love how you thought i meant nothing as a topic. i just meant it as in "i dont have any suggestions." xD
 
The Queen has spoken! And nothing is a topic, I knew what you mean just decided to ignore it. :)


Now give me a moment to prevail you with awesomeness!
 
Love


One word


For so many feelings


Mixing and mashing


Beating against the insides of your ribs


Fighting to break free


Fighting to be free


Love


(Should I leave it here or write more??)
 

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