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Cold Lying CreatureCold Lying Creature:

Cold and arrogant slithering beast, your tongue is forked with lies
Do you intend to take my dignity or perhaps to sully my eyes?
No matter how much you speak of warmth; affection, care or love
I know that you are simple twisted; an assassin from above

Did you think I would not see the truth, or perhaps you thought me blind?
Perhaps you felt you could deceive this man, for he is simply kind
Woe is me the naive fool, taken in by your stories of harder times
Sadly my dear, I'm an utter sadist and the punishment will fit the crime.

I will lash your body, with the best of whips; let the leather bite in close
And the
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
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
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:

A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...

It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....

From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter string
Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal bliss
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell

Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.

For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife

Why would you open embi
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:

We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.

No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...

For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...

To create these verses, it takes a lot of
Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of men
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more

In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both

I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel

But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of nigh
The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:

The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be

But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced

If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife

I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say

Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take th
The FarseerThe Farseer:

Born from the union of an Angel and a Witch
The farseer is a creature of terrible might.
Granted the wisdom of his blessed father;
He bears the gift of a clairvoyant's sight...

His eyes can pierce the veil of uncertainty
And look beyond into the crystal of fate...
The myriad of futures reflected in its surface;
Is his to acknowledge and collate.

He scribes them down in an enchanted book
It is titled 'The Tome of Dying Shades'.
For as the future becomes the present;
The scribbled pages fade...

It is for this reason that he may never lie
Else the future would shatter; to be born anew.
That much we've learned from his
Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:

You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...

But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently

You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights

They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade

Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting
HeroHero:

I stand upon the highest mountain
And call to the clouded sky.
I can hear the murmurs of heaven
As the light begins to die.

The world we used to believe in;
Once filled with the flowers to bloom.
Is now caged by its own animosity;
Like a twisted asylum room...

How long do we have to stand here
Pleading to the ignorant skies?
We can scream with all of our voices
But the heavens turn their eyes...

I'm afraid that waiting for a hero
Is simply not going to do.
Because love alone won't save us;
And I think you know that too...

Some things we have to fight for;
We cannot build on broken stone.
We must start by returning to
MotherMother:

The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...

I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...

I never knew that things would be this way...

The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh
Breaking PointBreaking Point:

Who was I to question you to start?
My reflection now we split apart.
Hate the way your looking at my pain;
I hid my tears in the falling rain.

Forget the way I thought I used to be
I see the man now he isn't me.
He's like a ghost with a shaken past
I don't know how he's gonna last.

Sometimes I feel like I'm giving in
I hit the bottle full of naked sin.
I try to lose the hell I'm living in
But now I'm stuck with my only friend.

I spent nights on the window pane
Look at families playin' family games
Wonder why I'm stickin' outside;
I'm just a monster on the inside...

What happened to the dream I used to feel?
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wing
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?

There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say

We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have lo
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Blue EyesBlue Eyes:

A man once told me that blue eyes were best
So I decided I would put these words to a test.
I ran across the globe and found a blue eyed fish
It tasted very tasty when served as a dish

I then went to Ireland to find a blue eyed gnome
Instead I got a Lephrechaun whose name was 'Jerome'
I used him as bait to catch some blue eyed mice
I suppose he now regrets that he lost at dice...

I then used the mice to catch a blue eyed cat
I then used the cat to catch a blue eyed dog
I then used the dog to catch a blue eyed witch
I think I left that one down in a ditch...

In any case...

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Chapter 1 – 1:

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Behind the EyepatchBehind the Eyepatch:

A simple eyepatch
Worn to hide deformity
Becomes its symbol

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th May 2012
The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:

I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain

Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...

And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry

Dear Enemy
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Dear Enemy...

Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?

Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this fee

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Living a Lie

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Living a Lie:

I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:

A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...

I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!

"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer drinks are all on me!"

I must admit it that brought me a smile
To be speaking my native brogue.
It reminded me that a dashing man
Should always be a playful rouge.

But that aside I'm feeling better
For now my mind has found its peace.
A comforting sense of order and structure
It's almost as rare as the golden fleece.

Within this sphere of joy and comfort
I begin to weave the next release
Perhaps tonight I'll entertain you
With an even darker piece...

"Blood Crusade, is coming tonight and the rhymes shall never be lacking!"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th May 2012
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Author's Comment:

Just an update for the fans. I've decided to stop my research (at least this week) because it was causing me to write in a form I simply was not comfortable in.

Besides, what I am known for is my devious rhyme scheme and so, it's back to the two fundamentals tonight. Blood and Rhyme.

Hence "Blood Crusade" is coming :3
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~DarkZelda15 Jun 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, I missed a lot on vacation. But looks like I get to do a marathon of poems today, yay! This made me smile a bit, I'll make sure to read Blood Crusade right now!
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~noorelven Jun 1, 2012
funkeh!
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~Krusnik03 May 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Aha, this was very amusing in regards to your recent withdrawal from rhyming. X)
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*WordOfChen May 26, 2012  Professional Writer
Aye it was indeed :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~Krusnik03 May 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
If you break it down, it's saying, "Omg YES I CAN RHYME AGAIN."
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*WordOfChen May 27, 2012  Professional Writer
That's pretty much it mate xD ^^;

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~Krusnik03 May 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
But you, of course, make it sound much more elegant. -u-
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*WordOfChen May 30, 2012  Professional Writer
Aye, I wish I could say that its true, but I still have much ta learn. However, one day, I will be able to make things SUPER elegant and then ye can all be proud ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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~Krusnik03 May 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I can't imagine anyone being more proud of you than they already are. :>
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~crysanthemum963 May 26, 2012
Nice piece, it has a great flow and rhythm to it :).
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