My hand at Poems...

[bloodedge]

Okay, I've decided to try my hand at poems...tell me what you think...

The smell of rotting flesh
Reeks of Death.
The rising of the red moon
Is the signal of Doom...

I wish only to destroy
To play you like a toy.
You're my lonely puppet
And I'm gonna love it!

The death-wizard mixs his cauldron
Concocting a potion to block out the sun.
The room fills with noxious fumes
The danger of death looms...

The dark-knight stands at the edge of the town
Silent, not a sound...
He enters through the gates
And comes to end the peoples fates.

As soon as the blood is no longer red
Then they are fit, to become undead.
Unquestioning, ready to kill
This would be the only time they are not standing still.

Messengers of the Reaper
These undead are worse than a Creaper.
Of them you would freeze at the sight
They are worse than the night...[/i]

A short one, but it's a practice poem. Supposed to be about DK's and Necro's, as I'm sure you can tell!

[bloodedge]

The golden blade held high
The noble warrior led his troops to die.
They rode in on pure steeds
Against dark deeds.

The lords watched from afar
Watching their shining star.
"That young paladin, shall survive this day
Thanks to the sun's rays"

Though in the battle-field he was knocked off his horse
And was going to let Death take it's course.
But he cried "Nay!
I am going to survive this day!"

And he rose up
And hoped he had good luck.
He let out a huge roar
Which inspired the all with awe.

Another skull he cracks
And another kill stacks.
But his troops were all dead
Now against him they are lead.

He fought valiantly, right to the end.
But now his body, the undead rend.
He was finished by a mere scratch from a nail
After being winded by a tail.

The lords watched from their room
Sensing their impending doom.
"That young paladin, he lead his troops to die."
But another disagreed, "Nay, we lead him to die."[/i]

[kbolt56]

i like the first one better.

[bloodedge]

Yeah, the first one was easier too. I prefer to talk about things like that.

[chickenboys]

(You don't need to put a comma at the end of every line. The technique is called enjambment... where one line flows into the next (or when one stanza flows into the next))

[bloodedge]

Okay, thanks. I'll try to improve on that! I guess you do learn something new everyday...

Finally changed it!