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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 5:40 pm
I posted these on another guild, so if you see someone using these, and its not me, tell me okay? (some one already tried to steal them once)
Devil's Curse (Vergil poem)
Blood of my Blood,
Flesh of my flesh,
I give you a gift and a curse until your death.
Born of God's left hand and of the Devil's right,
you shall hold power,
you shall hold might.
From dawn until dusk,
and from dsk until dawn,
you shall hold a cruse, true and strong.
Never to be gone,
forever to remain.
Life is your curse,
for you cannot be slain.
Death is your gift,
but use it well.
For a day will come,
when you know true hell.
"Devil's Eyes" (Dante Poem)
Take a chance to live,
only to die.
Take a look throught a Devil's eyes.
In this moment,
we can live,
or we can die.
Thought a Devil never cries.
We know what it means to live,
although we only die.
And a Devil shall never cry.
So we live,
Only to die.
Take a look,
Through a Devil's eyes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 6:34 pm
That's pretty good, but I got one, myself, and just so you know who's saying what, I'll color-code each stanza
Devils Never Cry
I stand atop the devil's tower
And look down at you, the ants of humanity
That my brother so inexplicably loves.
So small, so frail, against my vast power
You are but no match for me.
Overcompensatin' for somethin, are you, brother?
I knew that you'd come back for me
To shower me with your brand of brotherly love.
You won't be protected by that damned tower
‘Cause nothin'll stand between us, you'll see.
You taint the legacy of our father
By refusing his gift, the blood of a devil
How can you protect them when you're too weak
To even protect someone like yourself?
Power is truely for the strong, and not the meek.
Father? I don't have a father...
I just don't like what you’ve made of yourself
A slave pledged to welcome the Devil.
Come on and show me, brother,
We'll soon see who's really the stronger.
And now we begin, in harmony, together
Our bond as fragile as a crystal butterfly
For the first time, the bond of brothers
Binds us together as we once were in our mother's womb
It's enough to make even a devil cry.
As we go on, the years they vanish
And we're as close as we were once
A secret dream, a nurtured wish
Sprung free in an impossible place
To give to us another chance.
This was our father's home, and it is here I remain
In Underworld, and the Devil Lord to slay.
You have your humans to look after
And it is here where we must part
Brother, please...don't take this to heart.
You left me, brother, refused my hand
Fell proud and defeated into the sunless land
Perhaps I will never quite understand
What you've done, or why you've changed
It's only rain in my eyes....
...it must be, for devils never cry.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:33 pm
This is a little something I wrote for poetry class. Somehow people appreciated it. I think they're crazy.
Frostburn
Never has been seen a soul so
Rimmed in frost;
He even welcomes
These icicle spears that numb so
Much more than flesh,
Digging, piercing, stabbing into
Emotional sins.
This soul’s a bastion of
Self-control,
These eyes open portals into
Wholly unfeeling realms.
Who would have dreamed
These icy azures
Hid ambitions so dire?
Body draped in
Frozen hues,
He musters forces at
The tip of that blood-drenched blade;
This metal servant’s as uncaring
As its master.
United they chase
The unspeakable kill.
Power-starved, he cannot stifle
His soul’s desire;
It consumes him, this blaze,
Cleverly wreathed in frost.
He swallows a scream and
Claws at his chest unwitting;
The devil holds his breath,
Knowing not if he’ll find the key
To this, his own Tartarus.
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