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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 7:07 pm
His heart was taken along the road With his brother on freedom's flight. Despite their speed and lack of load And fighting with all of their might
The day of capture was the last he'd see The beloved brother he did so adore For after that day neither would be The people - the boys - they had been before
They met and travelled, not knowing each other A man and a defect united in goal, To rescue the man's younger brother The person the robots from him stole
But the robots had made him one of their own As a trap for the man with whom he did roam.
(( Dang. Thought I could summarize the entire game of Song Summoners in this. Only got part of it. :/ ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 7:21 pm
The shadows are where heartless are reborn, Unwavering stares from their yellow eyes The darkness grants the heartless all new life. From nothing-ness they all do seem to rise.
Adventuring for that which is so pure, Bound by their master's unwavering greed, Never-ending road; soldiers left unsure Warnings the servants never seemed to heed,
It has been said that many are all gone, Lost to the darkness, enslaved by their lust, Left to suffer, humanity withdrawn, Evil in their hearts, all of whom lack trust.
Without the guidance of their darkest might, None shall ever find their home among light
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 1:10 pm
(Not entirely sure about the nuances of a narrative poem. But, uhh, here's a poem with a story?)
"Rapunzel Rapunzel, let down your hair!" A voice far below the dark, decrepit tower called. Shining, golden locks flew from the window The owner of these extraordinary locks was in a flutter of excitement Finally, a man had come to save her from her prison Finally she would be free to feel the dewy grass beneath her feet Finally she would be free!
The tug on her hair signaled her savior was starting his ascent With each new tug her excitement grew Finally, calloused hands reached the window And a grunt meant he was beginning to pull himself in.
Her spirits soared as she looked into the face of her savior But her face fell as their eyes met. A bulbous nose jutted out at her, A crooked mouth smiled dimly, And two small, beady eyes gazed into hers. This was no knight in shining armor.
A sigh escaped her lips as she reached to her side A small knife lay there, glinting in the sunlight With one swift motion, she cut her hair, Allowing the poor mine to fall far down the tower. She turned away frowning. That was the third one this year.
(The heartkess part is a bit obscure, but then again for my poems when hasn't it been? But, hopefully it is there enough?)
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:26 pm
Creeping up from the floor of black, the golden eyed creature arose. In search of the purest heart, One he would not obtain.
Darkness lie in every heart, but seven doth be so pure, and of those seven, three were gained, now grasped tightly in evils grasp.
This heartless would not see, those of the purest heart, For he doth not realize his role, a soldier for darkness, nothing more.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:10 pm
(Oh. Opportunity to continue summarizing Song Summoner. Sort of.)
When the soul and music are gone, What is left behind? An empty, heartless, metal shell That hates the song and rhyme.
No sorrow, no pain can be felt, But neither can love or joy. Life is empty for the robot That once was a human boy.
A trusted partner, that robot was, To a music summoner at the start. But as their epic journey waned, That trust was blown apart.
New friends were made along the way, Joy growing with each gained. Which made betrayal that much worse, His comrades that more pained.
The summoner refused to accept it; Alone he stood and opposed his friend. To wrest him from his master's grip, To bring his slavery to an end.
And he did succeed, that he did The robot's loyalty was regained. And they did fight alongside their friends In the time that remained.
But the master was wroth, he did oppose Their efforts with all his might. The battle was long and the sacrifice great To overcome him in that fight.
But amidst the turmoil was joy For to his great surprise, The robotic brother remembered his past And became his master's demise.
The servant turned against his lord And ensured the humans' win. He connected their systems together And let the music pour in.
But robots are robots, no matter what, And the music they could not comprehend, Their circuits were fried, systems did overload And with that, the robots did end.
Silence filled the air as they fell Filled with agony and gloom The summoner's younger was lost Defending against their eminent doom
Or so they thought; the robot survived And their joy returned once more But the robot could not remember them Nor any of the events before
So the summoner travels again to give His robotic brother a fresh start And maybe use the music once again To revive his lost human heart.
(Long poem is long.)
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Myriamele generated a random number between
1 and 19 ...
6!
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:15 am
for third place~
manga_artist303 anemosagkelos manga_artist303 anemosagkelos manga_artist303 anemosagkelos anemosagkelos manga_artist303 anemosagkelos manga_artist303 chimarii [Mistress Morbid] Tenko72 manga_artist303 Tenko72 chimarii [Mistress Morbid] anemosagkelos Mika Chiii
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:25 am
 First Place :: xNephilim Queen for not only posting daily, but for content of the poemsSecond Place :: WindRiderNaya for not only posting daily, but for content of the poems having just about nothing to do with Square Enix and making Kia laugh so much.Third Place :: anemosagkelos The luck of the RNG is with you~ <3
Post your species preference here, then head to the certing thread! Congrats!
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:51 am
Ahaha, I went out of my way to make sure there was only the smallest connection to the prompt whenever I could. :,D
But, my preferences! Spicae, Circini, Ceta
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:54 am
**jots down that the rng likes bad poetry for future use**
Species Pref: The one no one wants. Spicae, Ceta, Circini
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:22 pm
D: Sorry guys...
/snatches up the Spicae.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:31 pm
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