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Hey guys what's goin on. It's about 2:30 AM where I'm at, and just posting some old 40k poems I wrote. Not really that old, but a few months at least. Anyways, enjoy.
Blood Brothers in Battle
Plummeting to the barren earth we grip our bolters tight,
Crashing down we’re pouring out, into the heat of the fight.
Bullets blazing, flamers roar, rockets soar, and grenades fly,
Dashing through the fray with chains, plates of steel protest and cry.
Engine revved up to the speed, needed to penetrate those,
Thrashing into soldiers barrel chest, out the other side it goes.
Heathens have no power here, on the field with mans best gift,
The battle will soon foreclose, the enemy’s destruction swift.
The clash’s won, none are lost, we Marines stand tall and proud,
Shuffling to our Chaplain, battle boots raising a dust cloud.
We hail the emperor now, thanking his grace for safety,
Thus the skirmish is all done, and so the clean up done hastily.
The body often twitches even further after death,
The Servitors job here is to be sure there comes no breath.
We board our pods and soar on back,
To the ship to prepare for attack.
not one of my best but I had fun writing it. ^
The next one is a bit better.
The Emperors Endless Forgiveness
Waking in a sunlit corner,
Dripping blood and running puss,
Sliding to a sitting pose,
Looking about in the dim rust,
Crumbling cadavers and wispy gasps,
Encrust the corpses with soft pettled prose.
The tale of truth lies top-heavy,
Hovering over the wetness of indecision,
Tipping into those dank dark waters called fate.
Banking off sandy silt flavored text,
Basing our fortune on love and compulsions,
The shrewd mans words taken down on split slates.
Lights flicker to the cracking tune of old wood,
The lingering stench of biased conjunction,
Suffocates the breath of winded walls,
Fractured and tattered they line up in piles,
Bricks and stones they fall into heaps of grindstones,
Filling compounded decrements of ramparting halls.
The eyes of splintered certainty inspect the scattered hills,
Scandalous tongues murmur principle and worship,
The blade of deliverance falls on the necks of the loveless.
The carnage of whimpering dirt starves further,
Hungry eyes water at the sight of the slaughter,
Our hammer hence falls and grants the emperors caress.
Hope you guys enjoyed those two meagre poems. I'd post more of my stuff, but for fear that my work would be stolen, like it has been before, I'll just leave it with this. Peace out guys!
Thank you Loverzcry for sharing your poems with us! Ah, I wish I had an ear for poetry or the imagination to capture it's meaning. But I'm more of a comic book reader than a poetry fan. Still, your wordings are so interesting, I find your phrases unexpected and intriguing.
I like these lines:
"Bullets blazing, flamers roar, rockets soar, and grenades fly,
Dashing through the fray with chains, plates of steel protest and cry."
I never thought of poetry as violence in rhyme before, lol! Just one thing, would you consider 'Striding' to our Chaplain instead of 'shuffling' to our Chaplain. You had just established that the Marines were standing tall and proud in the previous line. Doubtless even they get exhausted in the heat of the hell of battle though. Anyway, that's just a thought.
"The Emperor's Endless Forgiveness" is a mystery to me. I'm kind of dumb as a stick sometimes, lol Is this a day dream imagery from the tiniest fraction of the forever mind of our Lord the Emperor? If so, it's sacred and holy!
Can you write one about the Sisters of Battle?
Hey there Francois,
Thanks for the compliments! And about the shuffling, that would probably sound better thanks for the heads up on my error xD. Also, I'd be more than happy to write a poem on the Sister of Battle. You'll have to give me some time to look into their info and all so I can get their stuff right, but I'll do my best to make you proud of it. : D Anyways, I'll cut this message short here, gotta pick up someone at the airport.
P.S. The title refers to the fact that those who will once again bow unto the Emperor and his crusade shall be welcomed back into the Imperium, and those who do not perish. The whole polar opposite kind of thing is supposed to be portrayed through the serenity of the title.
Last edited by LoverzCry; April 18th, 2009 at 17:38.