Kazmiz
03-25-2008, 07:20 PM
So, basically, I don't expect to get any comments on this one since it's a longer read that most of the stuff that gets posted in here, but I'm posting it anyway. For posterity, one could say. xD
The story of this piece goes like this. I finally got my copy of Baudelaire's Fleures du Mal, and I'm really liking it so far. Kudos to you if you've read his work. If not, get your hands on it NAO! : D
The style I used is very unlike me, since I find it difficult to write using any sort of rhyme scheme. Also, I have to thank Bee's latest poem that she posted, since I sort of got the storytelling input from that one. :P
In any case, I invite you to read on. You might go, "yey", or you might go, "nay", but I'd very much like to know if my attempt was successful.
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The Epic of the etc.
I waved goodbye to the old world I knew,
And went to a place where I could see color in a lovely new hue.
This place was calm, and quiet and good;
I had everything, from women to food.
But as I spent my days in bliss and joy,
And woefully ignorant, I played with each toy,
That had been given to me in gift or in right,
A dark, brooding cloud, did come into sight.
And I was ever so worried, and dark was my face,
For I had seen the cloud before, and I feared for my fate.
That dark cloud breeds fear, and pain, and hate;
I fled from it before, to try and stop my ache,
(That had so miserably afflicted me).
And so I worried and waited for the dark cloud to come,
And it came, as if beckoned, it came to my home;
When that happened I panicked, I felt mortal terror:
Surely this is wrong, it must be some great error!
And so I lay in my home, now dark and forgotten,
As the cloud swept by, and destroyed every vestige of love.
Oh how I cried that day, I felt misbegotten.
Then Anger did show, and it said to me sweetly:
“Young sir, you are right to feel this way.
That dark cloud did ruin your happiness this day,
So follow it quickly, and show it your wrath;
Come now, move speedily, whilst I can show you the path!”
But I knew Anger, and the path that it followed;
It was one and the same as the dark cloud’s dread harrow,
So I briskly shook my head, and told it, “Nay,
Dark Anger, you shall not get a hold over me today!”
And Anger showed fury that I unmasked its intent,
And it showed its fangs, and evil, dark claws:
“Foolish man, by the time I leave here your life will be spent!”
And upon me it pounced, that defiler without cause.
But I was wise, and prepared, and defended myself;
I jumped back, and ducked, and then I did strike
A terrible blow to Anger that diminished its health.
“What powerful hands – now that’s what I like!”
Said Anger while crouching.
But as Anger stepped forward, I heard another sound:
It was Conflict! It had come to lay waste, for I had been found;
And when our eyes met, I was paralyzed with fear,
And Anger came to me, and softly whispered in my ear:
“We follow the dark cloud, yes, we are its keepers,
And wherever we go, all we leave behind is weepers,
For all the others have gone to War,
And, oh, I would tell you, so much, much more,
“But our time is running low,
And we have lands to defile;
Another fortress falls today, with a well placed blow -
Blood shall run thick, and as plentiful as the Nile!”
Those terrible words uttered, Anger left me on the ground,
And Conflict proceeded to follow him ‘round.
And after those two passed, I did see another shadow;
On the horizon it came, yet another nasty fellow.
It was Misery, I knew it for it was
The moment it showed the truth of its ugliness.
I was at its feet, but it left me because
And when it looked me in the eyes, I was at a loss
For words.
But it went on smoothly, ignoring my position -
Indeed, it must have seen in me the dark vision
Of what it was trying to make happen,
A great tragedy, too wicked to fathom.
Thus, I was left behind, to ponder my grim fate.
I feared this all along, that I’d be the one to make
This happen, and now, it’s come again, my ache.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to turn back time, but now it is too late!
I lay miserably on the rubble of my former life,
Tattered, broken, thoroughly destroyed by strife
And yet, I see it now, that invisible form, over the world renown:
It is Fear, my dread arch-enemy, how insidious it is – if only I had known
From the start.
The story of this piece goes like this. I finally got my copy of Baudelaire's Fleures du Mal, and I'm really liking it so far. Kudos to you if you've read his work. If not, get your hands on it NAO! : D
The style I used is very unlike me, since I find it difficult to write using any sort of rhyme scheme. Also, I have to thank Bee's latest poem that she posted, since I sort of got the storytelling input from that one. :P
In any case, I invite you to read on. You might go, "yey", or you might go, "nay", but I'd very much like to know if my attempt was successful.
==================================================
The Epic of the etc.
I waved goodbye to the old world I knew,
And went to a place where I could see color in a lovely new hue.
This place was calm, and quiet and good;
I had everything, from women to food.
But as I spent my days in bliss and joy,
And woefully ignorant, I played with each toy,
That had been given to me in gift or in right,
A dark, brooding cloud, did come into sight.
And I was ever so worried, and dark was my face,
For I had seen the cloud before, and I feared for my fate.
That dark cloud breeds fear, and pain, and hate;
I fled from it before, to try and stop my ache,
(That had so miserably afflicted me).
And so I worried and waited for the dark cloud to come,
And it came, as if beckoned, it came to my home;
When that happened I panicked, I felt mortal terror:
Surely this is wrong, it must be some great error!
And so I lay in my home, now dark and forgotten,
As the cloud swept by, and destroyed every vestige of love.
Oh how I cried that day, I felt misbegotten.
Then Anger did show, and it said to me sweetly:
“Young sir, you are right to feel this way.
That dark cloud did ruin your happiness this day,
So follow it quickly, and show it your wrath;
Come now, move speedily, whilst I can show you the path!”
But I knew Anger, and the path that it followed;
It was one and the same as the dark cloud’s dread harrow,
So I briskly shook my head, and told it, “Nay,
Dark Anger, you shall not get a hold over me today!”
And Anger showed fury that I unmasked its intent,
And it showed its fangs, and evil, dark claws:
“Foolish man, by the time I leave here your life will be spent!”
And upon me it pounced, that defiler without cause.
But I was wise, and prepared, and defended myself;
I jumped back, and ducked, and then I did strike
A terrible blow to Anger that diminished its health.
“What powerful hands – now that’s what I like!”
Said Anger while crouching.
But as Anger stepped forward, I heard another sound:
It was Conflict! It had come to lay waste, for I had been found;
And when our eyes met, I was paralyzed with fear,
And Anger came to me, and softly whispered in my ear:
“We follow the dark cloud, yes, we are its keepers,
And wherever we go, all we leave behind is weepers,
For all the others have gone to War,
And, oh, I would tell you, so much, much more,
“But our time is running low,
And we have lands to defile;
Another fortress falls today, with a well placed blow -
Blood shall run thick, and as plentiful as the Nile!”
Those terrible words uttered, Anger left me on the ground,
And Conflict proceeded to follow him ‘round.
And after those two passed, I did see another shadow;
On the horizon it came, yet another nasty fellow.
It was Misery, I knew it for it was
The moment it showed the truth of its ugliness.
I was at its feet, but it left me because
And when it looked me in the eyes, I was at a loss
For words.
But it went on smoothly, ignoring my position -
Indeed, it must have seen in me the dark vision
Of what it was trying to make happen,
A great tragedy, too wicked to fathom.
Thus, I was left behind, to ponder my grim fate.
I feared this all along, that I’d be the one to make
This happen, and now, it’s come again, my ache.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to turn back time, but now it is too late!
I lay miserably on the rubble of my former life,
Tattered, broken, thoroughly destroyed by strife
And yet, I see it now, that invisible form, over the world renown:
It is Fear, my dread arch-enemy, how insidious it is – if only I had known
From the start.