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Foggy’s Death Tales
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Post by
oneforthemoney
That's quite helpful, thank you. I think I was most thrown off by the sudden change in the established rhythm between the two.
Post by
Inolor
A Lady for Duke Ragereaver
Dance my beauty,
don’t you stop.
I’m your master,
always on top.
Let us forget,
the horrid cries.
Days of Scourge,
my own demise.
I did protect,
to no avail.
He raised I,
the king I hail.
You were in horror,
staring at blue eyes.
They were mine,
our love never dies.
But obey I did,
you were raised.
And forever more,
I was amazed.
Like the first time,
you were mine.
Now and again,
everything is fine.
Yet no shame,
accompanies my crime.
All we have now,
is eternal time.
Care not for looks,
for I certainly don’t.
I love you still,
with no emote.
Here they come,
enemies of the Scourge.
They will find us,
in our little verge.
Stand by me,
like you did once.
I’m your master,
dance as they advance.
Post by
Inolor
He Who was Betrayed?
Do you hear that,
the sound of blood.
Dripping from thy axe,
like a rainy flood.
It looks familiar,
does it not?
I murdered four,
they all fought.
You hear that bell,
reminds me of school.
The one I taught,
sitting on a stool.
Why did you,
show me affection?
Why the flowers,
followed by rejection?
Did you love me,
but not that way?
It’s too late now,
to change the day.
There is no salvation,
for I am damned.
I must now finish,
what I demand.
Tilloa I’m sorry,
but it’s too late.
The anger I feel,
needs to hate.
Be a good lass,
and hold still.
My vengeance arrived,
time to shrill.
Post by
Inolor
Sold Out
Goodbye old Southshore,
I’ll miss your profit.
Better in the past,
with high up audit.
All these Forsaken,
they don’t care.
They don’t want,
to buy my ware.
My pockets are empty,
nothing left to lose.
Even my harvest golem,
was sold for booze.
On this tree stump,
my worries I’ll sink.
With my dying heart,
I shall now drink.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Sad yet oddly humorous.
Post by
Inolor
Cries of a Lord
Do not fear,
my bodyless skull.
Like your wary,
it's quite dull.
Do your mistakes,
tell you much?
Mine must do,
for I am such.
I deserve it all,
this fate befall.
For like a fish,
trapped in a trawl.
They promised power,
I should have known.
The necromancer's lie,
killed my own.
Dreams of a fool,
all for my children.
For each of them,
lands would be given.
Killing my family,
raising I too.
It did not last,
for I was slew.
My spirit didn't leave,
cursed in these walls.
I wander alone,
crying in these halls.
All the history,
you now know.
To redeem this place,
the headmaster must go.
Post by
oneforthemoney
I am rather fond actually of the Barov storyline and the family itself. I completed the Vanilla quest line before Cataclysm rebooted the area, and remember collecting the stone so I could see the ghosts wandering around the island. While reading this I found I had an inkling it was about Barov, but was never entirely sure until exactly the end, with the final clue, something I noticed many of your more serious poems use and I rather enjoy.
The only problem I might be able to think of would potentially be the second half of the first stanza, which doesn't seem to make much sense. Other than that though another great poem.
Post by
Inolor
*Fixed a typo (line four: "is" to "it's")
If I understood correctly, the idea of the first part was when you meet him as a
Talking Skull
. Here he is telling you that being cautious about him is useless and stupid. That's at least the main idea.
Post by
Inolor
At Long Last
John, oh John,
where did you go?
My love is eternal,
my heart don't throw.
Sorry I'm late,
returning to the farm.
We are together again,
like our charm.
It's about time,
it felt like forever.
To you my love,
I still endeavor.
I was close,
yet so far.
Again I glance,
at my star.
We will talk later,
the dead here come.
Block the doors,
while you hum.
There is no need,
the war is won.
Where we're going,
the Light won't shun.
Post by
Inolor
Dead Man’s Request
Lower your voice,
enemy of old.
The soldiers here,
are still bold.
They are dead,
yet are not.
Like I lad,
they have fought.
So as in death,
they did in life.
They await orders,
against the strive.
I do not want,
seeing them shrill.
Will you rest them,
for old Ironhill?
Post by
Inolor
A Night at the Deepwater Tavern
All take a seat,
light up the logs.
Come gather around,
share the hogs.
A tale I'll tell,
one well known.
Out of town,
the north zone.
The Third Fleet burned,
under the dragon's breath.
Many were roasted,
only one escaped death.
First of the mates,
Fitzsimmons was he.
The event scarred him,
nightmares he couldn't flee.
He drowned his sorrows,
at this very inn.
Until one day,
he had white skin.
Buried at the grave,
but only his body.
The curse wasn't lifted,
very close to foggy.
Seeing him outside,
isn't really new.
He'll ask for mead,
he wants some brew.
Don't you listen,
to what he'll say.
Sending you outside,
to become prey.
May he find rest,
even if I doubt.
I am Glorin Steelbrow,
now pass the trout.
Post by
Inolor
Another Night at the Deepwater Tavern
Thanks for the story,
even if well old.
One less known,
out from the cold.
A lass named Sida,
lost her bag.
Asked a brave knight,
on knees in beg.
A retrieval was needed,
and was granted.
She rewarded the bag,
as the town chanted.
The knight was selfish,
and simply sold it.
Unable to understand,
her heart he bit.
Sida didn't survive,
the flood that came.
Even the bag,
was lost in shame.
Out in the swamp,
the bag you'll encounter.
With a sad woman,
truly a downer.
The lass disappears,
away from the vessel.
Leaving thee you,
to approach the nestle.
Take the bag,
if you must.
It won't matter,
it turns to dust.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Though the subject was very nice and the poem had that very wistful feeling, many of the words don't quite match and sometimes even repeat such as 'Leaving thee you', and other times it seems they are being pushed in to accomplish a rhyme that sometimes doesn't quite work, as in bit and it. In those cases, though the words do rhyme, when reading it they don't quite align.
Post by
Inolor
One More Night at the Deepwater Tavern
You lads are drunk,
maybe I am too.
It’s my turn now,
to gain your woo.
The fable I bring,
is real and true.
Don’t look for it,
or you will rue.
A monster lives,
here in the swamp.
Green and ugly,
you’ll hear him stomp.
Ten feet tall,
a nasty temper.
Big demon eyes,
burning as ember.
All who went,
became his prey.
If you are smart,
I suggest you stay.
Your turn Foggy,
we all gave a token.
Tell us a tale,
Don’t leave unspoken.
Post by
Inolor
Closing Time at the Deepwater Tavern
Why do you trouble,
this resting keg?
Asking for statements,
words he may lag.
A story you want,
a poem I'll give.
A tale unknown,
one I won't outlive.
Do you believe,
in the ultimate destiny.
A beardless dwarf,
was close to zealotry.
A dwarf without purpose,
strolled the Kingdom.
Alone and friendless,
but also fearsome.
A bright vision came,
with no one to share.
Out from nowhere,
only he did care.
A fight of nether,
between light and dark.
The ending is unknown.
nothing more to remark.
A grateful dwarf,
returned back home.
Entered a library,
searched for a tome.
He read of the Ashbringer,
he read of the Greatfather.
An idea was realized,
and accepted the offer.
He would become a hero,
someone to admire.
One to help,
one to inspire.
No longer alone,
he'll have friends.
A wife for life,
memories to cleanse.
Alas he quit,
never being unique.
Reason unknown,
it made him weak.
Regret is normal,
for this drunk.
He can't sleep,
on his bunk.
Why he walked away,
we may never know.
He rarely invites,
people to his show.
At night he mourns,
close to his lantern.
The beardless dwarf,
just left the tavern.
Post by
Inolor
Doomed
As I awake in these ruins,
I realize that all is lost.
A darkness we overlooked,
the life of my friends it cost.
What was the shadow,
that filled the ground?
Corpses of my brothers,
all rest without sound.
I can't move from my position,
Ironhill was clear on that.
I will wait by the fire,
help will come soon I bet.
The sight I see,
does not lie.
The shadow returns,
I know why.
One soul remains,
that would be I.
Come then dog,
Tamra's ready to die.
It struck me hard,
yet I don't bleed.
With an honorable death,
I go with speed.
***
As I awake in these ruins,
I realize that all is lost.
A darkness we overlooked,
the life of my friends it cost.
Post by
Inolor
Tears Fallen
This cool wind,
I surely can feel.
From king's farms,
to fishermen's creel.
From the high mountains,
to the green hills.
Her lustful fruits,
my heart is fills.
Lordaeron of beauty,
glory as the day.
Not even the Horde,
can shine as it may.
One day we'll return,
our bride calls.
We'll never let go,
of our sacred walls.
Silent with death,
but not forgotten.
Our home awaits,
in beds of cotton.
Post by
Inolor
The Mistress of the Desert
Many come to visit,
this maiden of fame.
Yet no line forms,
behind this dame.
The heart of Tanaris,
the desire of men.
Her beauty unrivaled,
no woman can.
Never the same,
in her appearance.
Only the hair remains,
red from a distance.
An expose belly,
a glaring stare.
One should hope,
she is there.
While suspensions erupt,
worrying is for the meek.
She wouldn’t harm a bird,
with a sharp beak.
Search for her,
if you must.
Feed your desire,
end your lust.
Let us just hope,
the desert is kind.
Sandstorms happen,
so do mind.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Hmm. I'm not actually sure who this is. Good poem, but again sometimes the rhyme seems a little forced, ex:worrying is for the meek. - with a sharp beak But otherwise nice job.
Post by
Inolor
The poem is actually based on no NPC. I actually had a dream where I was in Tanaris and I saw a woman that looked like one of my old teachers back in secondary school. (P.S I had a crush on her.)
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