- Pronouns
- He/Him
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Evil
Imp
Creature left spurn’d by the world
Cast away from society
Unbelonging
He looks upon the oth’rs
That mock and deride him
So he thinks
But this creature is scorning
Thinketh himself great’r
Oth’rs less
Sayeth he unlov’d
No oth’rs know love like he
But is one unlov’d truly knowing
Sayeth he unwelcom’d
No oth’rs know welcome like he
But is one unwelcom’d truly knowing
Sayeth he impious
No oth’rs know piety like he
But is impious truly knowing
Doth one know something from nothing
The idea of presence from the oth’rs absence
Or is it merely shadow
There’rt no loves in his life
So he sayeth
He is harsh as the world wert to he
Poison
Within mine blood
Something reshapes
Burns
Bites
Worms
Mine organs thrum
Dying knell
Hurts
Aches
Churns
Doth I choose
Such fate
Pang
Stab
Pry
Or wert I
Instead fated
Ill
Hex
Die
Decay
Where doth life end and dirt begin
Doth the gard’n’r know, amid fallen leaf
Doth the soldier see, in fallen foe
Doth the hunter grasp, in fallen prey
Doth the magician feel, from fallen spell
Is death merely to fall, the dead ne’er tell
Power
What measure doth divinity hold strength
Art they strong’r than one anoth’r
Or art they beyond our realm
Beyond our und’rstanding
Doth they match might with might
Mind with mind, worde with worde
Or art they merely
Adrift togeth’r apart from us
The seek’rs of their pow’r
Art they going to find worldly might
Or wilt they be left to seeking
Whate’er tis they sought
Unremitt’d searches
Or art they merely
Beyond our scope
Beyond our und’rstanding
Silence
Doth it bring comfort when heard
Or doth it sound the same as all else
Wert thou to hear sound, true sound
Beyond a lifetime of silence
Would it be thy reprieve or burden
Would thou think of all the words miss’d
Relish the newfound sound of cries
Und’rstand the gift thou’rt given anew
A lifetime without to heareth life
And would the cries be thine own
Would I consid’r the words I wilt miss
Reverie for the somber sounds
Revelry for the broad enthusing
Heareth life to a lifetime without
And would I hear mine own cries
Or wouldst we find comfort in silence
Sat alone but not alone
He speaketh to himself
To all of us who watch
But to himself speaking
His other self listens
Responding in kind
Such a lonely friendship
When all thou hath is
Each oth’r’s words
All thou hath is thyself
Creature left spurn’d by the world
Cast away from society
Unbelonging
He looks upon the oth’rs
That mock and deride him
So he thinks
But this creature is scorning
Thinketh himself great’r
Oth’rs less
Sayeth he unlov’d
No oth’rs know love like he
But is one unlov’d truly knowing
Sayeth he unwelcom’d
No oth’rs know welcome like he
But is one unwelcom’d truly knowing
Sayeth he impious
No oth’rs know piety like he
But is impious truly knowing
Doth one know something from nothing
The idea of presence from the oth’rs absence
Or is it merely shadow
There’rt no loves in his life
So he sayeth
He is harsh as the world wert to he
Ivory
Sentinel watching below
Eyes piercing
Talons sharp
The horn’d owl roosts
She claims to see fools
Claims to know dang’r
Both art daemon tools
To thyself a strang’r
Decorat’d in jewelry
Spoke of like chains
Boast’d manipulator
What self remains
She is lock’d away
In her own memories
Stalking her prey
In mirror she sees
The horn’d owl quirks her head
Sentinel watching below
Eyes piercing
Talons sharp
The horn’d owl roosts
She claims to see fools
Claims to know dang’r
Both art daemon tools
To thyself a strang’r
Decorat’d in jewelry
Spoke of like chains
Boast’d manipulator
What self remains
She is lock’d away
In her own memories
Stalking her prey
In mirror she sees
The horn’d owl quirks her head
Red Wind
Quarry eludes, me and mine friend
Sunfall approacheth, day at an end
Suddenly something catches mine eye
I knocketh mine arrow and let arrow fly
Scarlet fletching on shaft into wind send
Not t’ward quarry; the gust sees it bend
Quarry eludes mine arrow in the sky
But scarlet feath’r art unterribly shy
Suddenly something catches mine friend
Arrow returneth, steer’d by wind to end
Quarry eludes, me and mine friend
Sunfall approacheth, day at an end
Suddenly something catches mine eye
I knocketh mine arrow and let arrow fly
Scarlet fletching on shaft into wind send
Not t’ward quarry; the gust sees it bend
Quarry eludes mine arrow in the sky
But scarlet feath’r art unterribly shy
Suddenly something catches mine friend
Arrow returneth, steer’d by wind to end
Wound
Downpour marks her runaway
Garments marred by rain
Priceless jewelry cast aside
Bruis’d without the pain
Upon a bloody door knocks she
Stain’d violet and dismay’d
Begg’d for simple dish to serve
So dinner hers wert laid
The bloody door to bloody home
Which accept’d violet stray
Bloody hauntings in the walls
For which host kept at bay
She telleth me she cannot leave them
Or else her love wilt leave her
She sayeth she must carry burdens
Howe’er, I shan’t believe her
Downpour marks her runaway
Garments marred by rain
Priceless jewelry cast aside
Bruis’d without the pain
Upon a bloody door knocks she
Stain’d violet and dismay’d
Begg’d for simple dish to serve
So dinner hers wert laid
The bloody door to bloody home
Which accept’d violet stray
Bloody hauntings in the walls
For which host kept at bay
She telleth me she cannot leave them
Or else her love wilt leave her
She sayeth she must carry burdens
Howe’er, I shan’t believe her
Poison
Within mine blood
Something reshapes
Burns
Bites
Worms
Mine organs thrum
Dying knell
Hurts
Aches
Churns
Doth I choose
Such fate
Pang
Stab
Pry
Or wert I
Instead fated
Ill
Hex
Die
Chrysalis
Butterfly emerges from its chamber
Reborn
Fresh, new creature wilt see the world
Tis unbound terrestrial, air new terrain
Naught insurmountable, world bountiful
Flow’r bloometh in the spring
Newborn
Extend’d from stalk, ancestry great
Color’d vibrant blue, scent pollen grew
Ne’er a starv’d worry, a world plentiful
Hand extendeth from the coffin
Unborn
Pale pallor, ne’er quite person once wert
Germinat’d ‘neath dirtsoil, regrown under rite
From death and curse, begotten bless and worth
Butterfly emerges from its chamber
Reborn
Fresh, new creature wilt see the world
Tis unbound terrestrial, air new terrain
Naught insurmountable, world bountiful
Flow’r bloometh in the spring
Newborn
Extend’d from stalk, ancestry great
Color’d vibrant blue, scent pollen grew
Ne’er a starv’d worry, a world plentiful
Hand extendeth from the coffin
Unborn
Pale pallor, ne’er quite person once wert
Germinat’d ‘neath dirtsoil, regrown under rite
From death and curse, begotten bless and worth
Ruined
Newbuilt cathedral, testament to mine skill’d hand
Marriages, declarations, beliefs wilt be held herein
A lair befitting gods and men in bridg’d communion
Haven of life begun anew, all the lives thou touch’d
Fore’er standing tall
Empty pews, dust gath’r’d upon the wood
Roof beat’n by rains, winds, birds and men
Colors worn from rugs, walk’d upon their last
Foundation stood strong, despite pass’d time
Fore’er standing tall
Auld stone temple, discov’r’d in shambles
Wood broketh, roof caved in, rugs worn apart
What rites wert held here, what records shown
Ne’er to be retold, but reverie to rememb’r by
Fore’er standing tall
A spring, overgrowth o’ green o’er stone oasis
New purpose, whispers echoing of times past
A font, tend’d by a keep’r youthful and sprite
To be maintain’d fore’er surely, shalt we see
Fore’er standing tall
Newbuilt cathedral, testament to mine skill’d hand
Marriages, declarations, beliefs wilt be held herein
A lair befitting gods and men in bridg’d communion
Haven of life begun anew, all the lives thou touch’d
Fore’er standing tall
Empty pews, dust gath’r’d upon the wood
Roof beat’n by rains, winds, birds and men
Colors worn from rugs, walk’d upon their last
Foundation stood strong, despite pass’d time
Fore’er standing tall
Auld stone temple, discov’r’d in shambles
Wood broketh, roof caved in, rugs worn apart
What rites wert held here, what records shown
Ne’er to be retold, but reverie to rememb’r by
Fore’er standing tall
A spring, overgrowth o’ green o’er stone oasis
New purpose, whispers echoing of times past
A font, tend’d by a keep’r youthful and sprite
To be maintain’d fore’er surely, shalt we see
Fore’er standing tall
Starlight
The speak’r spoke to the stars in solemnity
“Art thou lonesome there; wilt thou weep?”
The stars speaketh back to the speak’r gentle
“Ne’er to touch, but we art pleas’d togeth’r”
But they spoke to the speak’r, not the listen’r
The speak’r decid’d what wert said, sharing
“The stars sought companionship with me”
And soon they wert heard wide and far, all
“Thou’rt chosen by stars, thou’rt paragon”
The stars roar’d discontent for none to hear
Starspoken wert call’d the speak’r, a hero
“Tis the emissary of skies beyond skies”
Privilege and plenty wert given the speak’r
“An honor for thee to graceth our land”
As the Starspoken spoke til one last breath
Soon anoth’r speak’r would come, anoth’r
“Now stars chooseth me, and me, and me”
And the people believ’d such tales and claim
“Award me thy gifts and respects and love”
Unimped’d and potent wert their great fame
Then finally, a listen’r heard the stars speak
“They claimeth be mine will without lent ear”
The listen’r heard this horrid truth with fear
“We beg thee, tis for the good of thy people”
And the listen’r nodd’d, hearing out the stars
Then gath’r’d all to hear: the listen’r spoke
The speak’r spoke to the stars in solemnity
“Art thou lonesome there; wilt thou weep?”
The stars speaketh back to the speak’r gentle
“Ne’er to touch, but we art pleas’d togeth’r”
But they spoke to the speak’r, not the listen’r
The speak’r decid’d what wert said, sharing
“The stars sought companionship with me”
And soon they wert heard wide and far, all
“Thou’rt chosen by stars, thou’rt paragon”
The stars roar’d discontent for none to hear
Starspoken wert call’d the speak’r, a hero
“Tis the emissary of skies beyond skies”
Privilege and plenty wert given the speak’r
“An honor for thee to graceth our land”
As the Starspoken spoke til one last breath
Soon anoth’r speak’r would come, anoth’r
“Now stars chooseth me, and me, and me”
And the people believ’d such tales and claim
“Award me thy gifts and respects and love”
Unimped’d and potent wert their great fame
Then finally, a listen’r heard the stars speak
“They claimeth be mine will without lent ear”
The listen’r heard this horrid truth with fear
“We beg thee, tis for the good of thy people”
And the listen’r nodd’d, hearing out the stars
Then gath’r’d all to hear: the listen’r spoke
Decay
Where doth life end and dirt begin
Doth the gard’n’r know, amid fallen leaf
Doth the soldier see, in fallen foe
Doth the hunter grasp, in fallen prey
Doth the magician feel, from fallen spell
Is death merely to fall, the dead ne’er tell
Weaver
Thou may think of woven thread
But what else hath the weaver weft
Gentle blanket, fabric, pillow, bed
But still they weaveth, no fabric left
Instead they weaveth verse and rhyme
Eschew the needle, eschew the string
Detailing tales of grand trial sublime
Words that maketh near words sing
Perhaps too they weaveth life itself
Tis abstract, uncert’n, undiscov’r’d
Diff’r’d to mankind, diff’r’d to elf
Known to hated, known to lov’r’d
And last they wieldeth something else
Something known just by the weavers
Unspok’n web, silk that feeleth yells
And twere the last; yell’d by deceivers
Thou may think of woven thread
But what else hath the weaver weft
Gentle blanket, fabric, pillow, bed
But still they weaveth, no fabric left
Instead they weaveth verse and rhyme
Eschew the needle, eschew the string
Detailing tales of grand trial sublime
Words that maketh near words sing
Perhaps too they weaveth life itself
Tis abstract, uncert’n, undiscov’r’d
Diff’r’d to mankind, diff’r’d to elf
Known to hated, known to lov’r’d
And last they wieldeth something else
Something known just by the weavers
Unspok’n web, silk that feeleth yells
And twere the last; yell’d by deceivers
Wound
Slung in cast, braced from motions
What shalt thy hands createth, bound
Must they create, from giv’n notions
Whom shalt thou be, thread unwound
Look cross the lands, cross the oceans
From humble view, upper-town’d
Skin and steel shift, pivot and stareth
Through window thine to garden thine
In thine yard, green’ry I shalt careth
When thine eyes leer, thine beacon shine
Tis healing; thine wound unwound
Thine perspective of world and growth
Of death and what lieth in the ground
We shalt see dichotomy; rot and dirt both
Weigh life and death, flesh for pound
Betwixt which our powers lie; hath mine oath
And in time, mine oath unbound
Slung in cast, braced from motions
What shalt thy hands createth, bound
Must they create, from giv’n notions
Whom shalt thou be, thread unwound
Look cross the lands, cross the oceans
From humble view, upper-town’d
Skin and steel shift, pivot and stareth
Through window thine to garden thine
In thine yard, green’ry I shalt careth
When thine eyes leer, thine beacon shine
Tis healing; thine wound unwound
Thine perspective of world and growth
Of death and what lieth in the ground
We shalt see dichotomy; rot and dirt both
Weigh life and death, flesh for pound
Betwixt which our powers lie; hath mine oath
And in time, mine oath unbound
Vermin
Bloat’d in stature, sweat and stench
Spouting threats of what wilt be
But thine foundation is poor
Twill require growth to truly matter
Infestation enshrouds thee like fog
Words heave with strengthless weight
Belief in thyself unfound’d, and yet
Belief in thyself unmatch’d by any
The swarm is an extension of scions
That their sire attempts to act through
A meek, rotten arm; weak rotten hand
Grasping at whate’er it can to quaff
Thou holdeth high expectations
Lo, the world cannot truly kill thee
Not because of thine strength or skill
But because there shalt always be rats
Bloat’d in stature, sweat and stench
Spouting threats of what wilt be
But thine foundation is poor
Twill require growth to truly matter
Infestation enshrouds thee like fog
Words heave with strengthless weight
Belief in thyself unfound’d, and yet
Belief in thyself unmatch’d by any
The swarm is an extension of scions
That their sire attempts to act through
A meek, rotten arm; weak rotten hand
Grasping at whate’er it can to quaff
Thou holdeth high expectations
Lo, the world cannot truly kill thee
Not because of thine strength or skill
But because there shalt always be rats
Power
What measure doth divinity hold strength
Art they strong’r than one anoth’r
Or art they beyond our realm
Beyond our und’rstanding
Doth they match might with might
Mind with mind, worde with worde
Or art they merely
Adrift togeth’r apart from us
The seek’rs of their pow’r
Art they going to find worldly might
Or wilt they be left to seeking
Whate’er tis they sought
Unremitt’d searches
Or art they merely
Beyond our scope
Beyond our und’rstanding
Prowl
Herdlike kits encircle the hunt’r
Whence the beaten path is shown
They depart along the trail asund’r
Along the rock hath ivy grown
He departeth off the pathing, skitter
One prepared for group surmount
Kits follow, falter, fall and flitter
The course wert made for their amount
Taketh time for their traversal
Luck and skill coincideth
Fortune made, fortune reversal
Progress seemeth to backslideth
None could match the hunt’r’s prowl
Some persist and some resign
Harsh steps to trace in cloak and cowl
Hence the trail his own design
Herdlike kits encircle the hunt’r
Whence the beaten path is shown
They depart along the trail asund’r
Along the rock hath ivy grown
He departeth off the pathing, skitter
One prepared for group surmount
Kits follow, falter, fall and flitter
The course wert made for their amount
Taketh time for their traversal
Luck and skill coincideth
Fortune made, fortune reversal
Progress seemeth to backslideth
None could match the hunt’r’s prowl
Some persist and some resign
Harsh steps to trace in cloak and cowl
Hence the trail his own design
Strawman
Stood amid a field of heath’r
Swaying flimsy as doth he
Scaring off shadowed feath’r
The bluff of it they doth not see
Not until the storming weath’r
Bloweth away his weight quickly
He falleth off his wood’n teth’r
Begging crows not peck, “prithee”
They flock to him, eyes of neth’r
Beaks rending him soul from body
And the scarecrow knew fear
Stood amid a field of heath’r
Swaying flimsy as doth he
Scaring off shadowed feath’r
The bluff of it they doth not see
Not until the storming weath’r
Bloweth away his weight quickly
He falleth off his wood’n teth’r
Begging crows not peck, “prithee”
They flock to him, eyes of neth’r
Beaks rending him soul from body
And the scarecrow knew fear
Duel
What doth it proveth to fell thy foe
To wield gleaming steel until it dulls
To bloody thine hands with others
To other thine hands with blood
To wield dull steel until it gleams
Crimson
Carnage
Cruel
Costly
What doth thy motive do for thee
To carry on as revenge would provoke
To rend justice through thy mettle
To rend metal from injustice
To provoke revenge as thou carry it out
Grudges
Graceless
Grit
Grifting
What doth thou feel as thy opponent falls
To hold the winning hand o’er head
To rise whilst thy foe falleth still
To still falleth whilst new foes arise
To hold thy winning head o’er hands
Victor
Vicious
Vile
Victim
What doth mine hand feel on thy throat
To crush thine righteous air out
To constrict mine will upon thee
To thee constrict upon will mine
To air out thine righteous crush
Defeat
Demise
Death
Demon
What doth it proveth to fell thy foe
To wield gleaming steel until it dulls
To bloody thine hands with others
To other thine hands with blood
To wield dull steel until it gleams
Crimson
Carnage
Cruel
Costly
What doth thy motive do for thee
To carry on as revenge would provoke
To rend justice through thy mettle
To rend metal from injustice
To provoke revenge as thou carry it out
Grudges
Graceless
Grit
Grifting
What doth thou feel as thy opponent falls
To hold the winning hand o’er head
To rise whilst thy foe falleth still
To still falleth whilst new foes arise
To hold thy winning head o’er hands
Victor
Vicious
Vile
Victim
What doth mine hand feel on thy throat
To crush thine righteous air out
To constrict mine will upon thee
To thee constrict upon will mine
To air out thine righteous crush
Defeat
Demise
Death
Demon
Silence
Doth it bring comfort when heard
Or doth it sound the same as all else
Wert thou to hear sound, true sound
Beyond a lifetime of silence
Would it be thy reprieve or burden
Would thou think of all the words miss’d
Relish the newfound sound of cries
Und’rstand the gift thou’rt given anew
A lifetime without to heareth life
And would the cries be thine own
Would I consid’r the words I wilt miss
Reverie for the somber sounds
Revelry for the broad enthusing
Heareth life to a lifetime without
And would I hear mine own cries
Or wouldst we find comfort in silence
Hunter, Slayer
Thy reason to kill wilt vary
Be thou vengeful, fearful
Seeketh thou fame, fortune
Thou wilt searcheth for
Or die trying
The beast of thy story
Knoweth not what it doth
Careth not for thine mission
It merely existeth
And now tis thy quarry
The crime of its birth
Wert not it committ’d
But still thou wilt punish
This bounty, this beast
For it wert made unbeknownst
And what then, if they had it
Thy personal drive to slay
The ambition to conquer
To avenge thy heroic tales
And endeth tales anew
Would then be enough
For thou to see scope
We createth dragons to hunt
Creat’d of true dragons
And now thou art theirs
Thy reason to kill wilt vary
Be thou vengeful, fearful
Seeketh thou fame, fortune
Thou wilt searcheth for
Or die trying
The beast of thy story
Knoweth not what it doth
Careth not for thine mission
It merely existeth
And now tis thy quarry
The crime of its birth
Wert not it committ’d
But still thou wilt punish
This bounty, this beast
For it wert made unbeknownst
And what then, if they had it
Thy personal drive to slay
The ambition to conquer
To avenge thy heroic tales
And endeth tales anew
Would then be enough
For thou to see scope
We createth dragons to hunt
Creat’d of true dragons
And now thou art theirs
Lion’s Wine
Doth it taste diff’rent to a King
Wilt the regal of red grace his lips
Unconcern’d with serfs and ilk
Shouldst the lion afear of poison
Is debaucher’ry all a King require
To be pleas’d o’er subjects
Art peasant lips slick with grime
Shalt wine choose worse to they
Why cannot thy enjoy refine
E’en without a poison’d cup
The lions art left drunk and bare
And clumsy hands art defter now
May they reacheth down with care
See regal faces hardly stirr’d
But gazeth back, the beast of bore
Yawn and reacheth for its mane
Grip the king by crown and hair
And leaveth such in twain
Doth it taste diff’rent to a King
Wilt the regal of red grace his lips
Unconcern’d with serfs and ilk
Shouldst the lion afear of poison
Is debaucher’ry all a King require
To be pleas’d o’er subjects
Art peasant lips slick with grime
Shalt wine choose worse to they
Why cannot thy enjoy refine
E’en without a poison’d cup
The lions art left drunk and bare
And clumsy hands art defter now
May they reacheth down with care
See regal faces hardly stirr’d
But gazeth back, the beast of bore
Yawn and reacheth for its mane
Grip the king by crown and hair
And leaveth such in twain
Lonesome
The young doe grazeth alone
Art she lost, strand’d, separat’d
Her life hath ne’er cross’d mine
Perchance it ne’er will again
Doth she mourn, doth she yearn
Wilt she e’en notice at all
Wert she borne alone or left
Can a lonely doe be toldeth
That she grazeth alone
His Other SelfThe young doe grazeth alone
Art she lost, strand’d, separat’d
Her life hath ne’er cross’d mine
Perchance it ne’er will again
Doth she mourn, doth she yearn
Wilt she e’en notice at all
Wert she borne alone or left
Can a lonely doe be toldeth
That she grazeth alone
Sat alone but not alone
He speaketh to himself
To all of us who watch
But to himself speaking
His other self listens
Responding in kind
Such a lonely friendship
When all thou hath is
Each oth’r’s words
All thou hath is thyself
Uproar
Brazen cheer in thy belief
Loud and loudly proclaim’d
Spoken though grit-still teeth
Stone as thou’rt framed
Wilt thy statue fade away
Of course twil in time
But wilt we see the day
Twil outlive the rhyme
One day it wilt be thy face
Next thy fabled posturing
Commemoration of this place
Mem’ries without fostering
And what shalt they make of it
A broken stony slab of rock
They shannot quote thy clev’r wit
No shameful act to mock
Instead thou shalt fade and crack
Made naught by time of time
Once more shalt it of thee lack
A second death; sublime
Brazen cheer in thy belief
Loud and loudly proclaim’d
Spoken though grit-still teeth
Stone as thou’rt framed
Wilt thy statue fade away
Of course twil in time
But wilt we see the day
Twil outlive the rhyme
One day it wilt be thy face
Next thy fabled posturing
Commemoration of this place
Mem’ries without fostering
And what shalt they make of it
A broken stony slab of rock
They shannot quote thy clev’r wit
No shameful act to mock
Instead thou shalt fade and crack
Made naught by time of time
Once more shalt it of thee lack
A second death; sublime
