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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

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

Heavy StressI seem to be awake at night
For my mind is rushing on
The stress will always haunt me
Into the hours of the morn

I've never been a nervous man
But some nights I need to think
I find myself so filled with stress
I seek the bathroom sink

Vomiting, vomiting
Out it goes
Everything emerges
And chokes the nose

The dizzying thoughts of this bitter stress
Forgive me mother, I can't be the best...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th May 2012

The Lie of VengeanceThe Lie of Vengeance:

It begins first as a smouldering fire;
A heat that swelters and burns inside your own heart.
It then roars to life as a flame of destruction;
Seeking, hungrily, to consume all who are bound by it...

This is the gift of vengeance
A kiss so sweet that it could only be an evil temptation.
Yet all will seek it in darkness;
For there is none who can resist its sweet allure...

It is like a friend in your time of need;
Comforting and seemingly understanding of your pain.
It tells you that you need to stand up for yourself;
It tells you that others must fall for you to live on!

But this is a lie! Obvious as it might

The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:

The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...

You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...

It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-

But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.

I tried so hard to tell myself

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

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

OBSCUREOBSCURE:

The flower of midnight blooms
As the wind will sway the trees.
But my corpse will dangle helpless
As it is blown by the breeze.

Feel the prick of final judgement
As I am cast into the flame.
Born again into this world;
Where my life is just a game.

I think and try to remember
But the night is simply cold
I return to the ancient tree
where once my soul was sold.

I gather the rope and ladder
while the moon is shining bright.
I kill myself again;
In the quiet of the night...

A lonely obscure defiance;
Where my silent tears will fall.
For none will ever remember
A quiet broken doll...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th May 2012

The Great DrakeHe rose from the ground as the very earth split in a series of jagged scars
Molten lava would burst from these wounds, as his wings eclisped the shimmering stars...
The Great Drake Serogar, once laid to rest in the warm womb of Gaia
Had once again awakened, to discipline those who had earned his ire.

Humans and Dragons were killing each other, senselessly bathing in the coldest of blood
Yet all their efforts amounted to nothing and opened the gates for a terrible flood...
For in the realms of the Nether; where the creatures drank of the dark well of Midnight
A rift had been torn of violence and hatred, spawning the children of Blight.

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

Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wake
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?

Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...

It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant

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

A World of BloodA World of Blood:

The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...

Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...

The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...

My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...

The blind shall follo

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?

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

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THE KNIGHT FINDS himself running through the ancient corridors of the Kardian basilica. He can hear the echoing cackle of the Graven Witches as they swoop down and swipe at him with their bird-like talons. The Knight is panting and he does not see a way out of this maze. In his hands, he holds a precious crystal that once belonged to his Lord, Magtherion D'Legato, a well-respected aristocrat from the City of Bandine. The Knight is out of options and though the Gods may damn him for breaking his vows, survival becomes his priority. He opens a wound in his chest, quickly carving a hold large enough for the crystal and ignores the f

The SadistThe Sadist:

I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...

I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...

My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...

A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
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The Legend of PiratesTHE LEGEND OF PIRATES:

THE SEA BREEZE was cold, but Chenbeard welcomed it as he stepped out onto the deck; his memories plagued him and he found himself unable to sleep. Having spent the past hour tossing and turning endlessly in his hammock, he decided that he'd rather go for a walk to clear his mind. Of course, considering the fact that he and his crew were out at sea, walking wasn't exactly a plausible option given that he had nowhere to go, but he felt that a few rounds around the quiet deck might help to ease his mind. Even if you want me to forget, there is simply no chance that I can do that…
"Gem for your thoughts Captain?"

Hunting the WitchHunting the Witch:

I tracked her down to a squalid cave
Where the entrance smelled of rotting flesh.
Putrid and vile, bloated with maggots;
It stung the nose with every breath.

I avoided choking and steeled my will
For the mouth was a facade to deter the weak.
But the inside was opulent, rich and vibrant;
It matched the prey which I had to seek...

She sat in the center, confident and calm
Displayed on a throne of solid gold.
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Wings of Despair

by *WordOfChen, May 12, 2012, 9:01:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Wings 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 strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....

On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never see...

Because in birth I was twisted, broken and wrong
I knew I was a creature from the day I was born...
But your eyes were stapled, and shut to the truth!
Why didn't you stop me, when you saw the proof?

When I woke up screaming, knife in hand;
You hid me away, beneath the land...
In the darkness I grew, untamed and wild;
Now the beast inside, is horrid and vile.

But release me now and I may leave you breathing;
Although you might be, heavily bleeding...
The devil has gifted this madness to me;
And now the end can justify the means you see?

"What a perfect descent, into abject madness..."

-Chen Yuan Wen and Zoe Hayes, 7th May 2012

Wings of Despairby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

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Drop me a fave. We've managed to get on top of our thank yous again, so feel free to fave if you like my work and want to see more ^^

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- was inspired by this poem ^^

AUTHOR'S COMMENT:

Alright, here is a the release tonight, titled "Wings of Despair". It was co-written and proof-read by my co-captain Hayes. Hopefully it will prove good enough for you all to enjoy :3

Anyway I used 2 songs to inspire this, one is easier to pick out since it has more references but the other one was just one phrase.

If you guess both, I'll give dedz (dedications) in my poem to those people [your icon will be displayed here in the author's comments section]. If there aren't enough people getting both right, I may include people who just get 1 of the songs correct.

Hint: 1st Band - Masks. 2nd Band - The vocalist has some pretty unique growls and a unique piercing that hangs over his chin.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

OTHER POEMS BY ME:

The Feelings That Linger - [link]
The Lie of Vengeance - [link]
The Farseer - [link]
The Sadist - [link]
Hunting the Witch - [link]
The Witch Hunter - [link]

OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:

Knight Run 2 - [link]
Knight Run- [link]
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]

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~Irene-B Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is amazing. I like the way there are some parts of the poem where you like to emphasise with italics, it gives another layer of meaning to the stance.
This poem was an inspiration to my sketch 'The Dark Angel in the Light': [link]
I really like these types of poems that you do.

*WordOfChen Jan 12, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank ye so kindly, I hope ye love a lot more ^^ Plenty t' see in me gallery and more comin' out each day ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~Irene-B Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Definitely. I think that this poem is one of my most favourites at the moment, there's something bittersweet and dark about it that really brings out an emotion from it. I feel almost as though I can relate to it. Love the way you always write in different POVs.
Now I'll be off scanning through and favouriting most of your gallery.

*WordOfChen Feb 5, 2013 Professional Writer

Haha thank you ^^

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates

~o0SHeeP0o Jun 21, 2012

i cant guess (i rarely listen to some types of music)<-- i dont know what hehe i listen to sweet happy music

*WordOfChen Jun 21, 2012 Professional Writer

haha I do believe this one was Disturbed and Slipknot ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

~o0SHeeP0o Jun 21, 2012

ahaha after YouTube, i know why i don't know who they are. the genres are far

~o0SHeeP0o Jun 21, 2012

now i am awkward. who are they, NEVER MIND YouTube is men's best friend

~prussiancrimsonheart May 23, 2012

like a jar of captured wind...
Sounds so fragile...

*WordOfChen May 25, 2012 Professional Writer

Aye, it is indeed fragile ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

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