Monky Posted November 5, 2007 Share Posted November 5, 2007 As i sit alone inside my old guild Round a table once full of souls My mind is lost imbetween reality and madness My eyes masked by inabitions I never knew Strangled the vines of life with all my strength And then locked the door and hid under my draping mask Now my guild has abandoned me Our hall is no longer ours Sold to the highest bidder Leaving me abruptley discarded by the ones loved most As i sat and watched it happen Before they left they spoke some words Of me letting slip of my sanity Letting the control of demons taint my thoughts Relying on things to keep me fighting But alas I lend the favours of my source And returned with the sorrow I am facing I watch my fortune slip away A fortune not of gold or purfumes But of the boy I once was Before I was rushed into the skin of a man From the warm humble fire To bewteen the ground and the animal fur under the stars My fellow heros I have to ask Did no one follow me down this path? As i finish the poisen in my chalice I step up and walk to the mirror Gaze inside and all I see Is the table full of heros but no sign of me My friends I scream how are you there Sitting around the table eating so honorable The colors so vibrant glow in the mirror Not even my reflection appears anymore As I turn around to look back All I see is the table An empty glass and an empty bottle Bled dry of colors Left hollow in black and white From then I realised... My guild and heros hadnt abonded me at all Id left them "We shouldn't wish for easier lives, we should wish to be stronger men" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xewleer Posted November 5, 2007 Share Posted November 5, 2007 wow, I don't say this often for poetry, but that was a GOOD poem, 10/10 fingers. I'll show you how terrifying a true Christian can be!It's Xewleer: ZEW le ar, got it memorized?Hermit of the Varrock Library and its proud guard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monky Posted November 5, 2007 Author Share Posted November 5, 2007 Thank you this is a medevil based poem but its based on a terrible part of my life i went through see if you guys can work out what was going on with me "We shouldn't wish for easier lives, we should wish to be stronger men" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xewleer Posted November 7, 2007 Share Posted November 7, 2007 Sounds kinda like you ran a guild and it didn't become fun for the members anymore, so they left one by one. Until you were alone. Or, you decided to be controlling in the real life, and your friends began leaving you alone. I'll show you how terrifying a true Christian can be!It's Xewleer: ZEW le ar, got it memorized?Hermit of the Varrock Library and its proud guard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monky Posted November 7, 2007 Author Share Posted November 7, 2007 Nope it isnt about guilds or runescape at all this is about real life events "We shouldn't wish for easier lives, we should wish to be stronger men" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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