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The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:

The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife

As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite

Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the spac

As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:

As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.

The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.

Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:

The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him

The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead

The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira,

They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:

There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...

On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.

It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...

These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl

Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:

They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...

"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"

It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...

They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small fo

Black and YellowBlack and Yellow:

See the black hats, with the war paint
The guards are runnin' scared but you know the girls ain't
Soon as we hit the docks, look at all them sailors face
Drop the anchor once and make the ocean shake
Suede insides, with mah rudder roarin'
It's the big ship, you know what I paid for it (for it)
And I got an engine made of metal
Sails unfurl, I'm checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level...

Hear them haters talk, but there's nothing you can tell
We're the pirates of the seas and we always fell em
No love for them other crews, we breakin' hearts
Black Fedoras, push to start!

[Chorus:]
Yeah ah ha, you know what

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.

But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

Triple Birthday RapTriple Birthday Rap:

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will.
We're the pirates of pleasure, pirates of pain;
Black Fedora Pirates, just remember the name of-

Kris, she's not your everday on the block
She is a pirate and a poet on her way to the top
I've seen the things that she writes;It's like a lyrical crime
You've got to see what she can pull, when she speaks in a rhyme

We've got Erik, designer of emotes and stamps
You've got to see the things he makes, they'll make you dance
I got a warm fuzzy feeling, animated glory
With minecraft blocks; you know they tellin' a story

This i

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

Behind the EyepatchBehind the Eyepatch:

A simple eyepatch
Worn to hide deformity
Becomes its symbol

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th May 2012

You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

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The secret passage that will lead you through
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A Navigator's Treasure

by *WordOfChen, Jun 28, 2012, 10:45:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

A Navigator's Treasure:

For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...

This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear

So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches

Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design.

So I stole the thing and ran fer tha night
But soon my mind returned ta tha light
I forgot that the scroll was meant fer yer birthday
Sorry Lyra, we'll get it another day...

"And that's why I uh, got ye this egg Lyra, uh, happy birthday yah?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 29th June 2012

A Navigator's Treasureby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *WordOfChen

Right so, I was sailin' through a dragon's cave ta try and find somethin' lovely fer me Navigator

on her birthday. Now, we could spend tha day pointin' fingers and layin' tha blame on, but tha' egg was just SOOOO COOL!

So I kinda stole it and fergot about tha scroll, but at least ye have an egg yah?

Happy Birthday Lyra ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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~TwiUnderSeeker Jul 17, 2012

Great Job.

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*WordOfChen Jul 17, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you my friend ^^

-Chen

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~crysanthemum963 Jul 1, 2012

I love when you use humor in your poems XD.

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*WordOfChen Jul 17, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you, I love it too...sadly this reply is so late and I should be shot .__.

-Chen

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~crysanthemum963 Jul 18, 2012

No, no I get it

.

(<--Why have I not seen this icon sooner? O_O)

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~brokenrose80 Jun 29, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

lmao....

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*WordOfChen Jul 17, 2012 Professional Writer

Glad to bring you laughter

-Chen

P.S. yeah clearing old messages...oh god why am I so late with everything .___.

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!Ivylis Jun 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Awesome

! ^^

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*WordOfChen Jun 29, 2012 Professional Writer

Haha yours will be up tomorrow morning my dear Kris ^^ Happy birthday to you (saying in advance :3)

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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!Ivylis Jun 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

, well actually you're on time ^^

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