[Rinion]

Hey, guys.

I decided to try something different as an IF story, so I've started writing one in the form of a poem. This doesn't leave room for much character development, but we'll see how it goes. It's not filled with jokes, either - it takes on a rather serious, dramatic tone.

So anyway, here are the first five stanzas:

THE LAY OF INHERITANCE

In a time now gone away,
EyesOnly was a Seer.
He sought to reign,
In Mods’ domain.
(I think it was the beer.)

The Power of the Mods of late,
Was locked beneath the ground.
To keep us safe,
The Guarding Gate,
Was built to keep Her bound.

EyesOnly reached this sacred site,
To free the pow’r it held.
With magic’s might,
He came to fight,
The Gate was slowly felled.

The Guarding Gate was crushed and maimed;
No longer was She hindered.
So Yoli came,
With eyes of flame,
And burnt Eyes to a cinder.

She wished to fill the land with dread;
With pain and death and woe.
She raised her head,
And fire she spread,
Across the plains below...

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Tell me what you think? Should I bother continuing with this?

This post has been edited by Rinion: 24 September 2006 - 08:14 AM

[alagaesia hobbit]

I think you should, everyone is writing novels, and a poem would be different. Good job.

[MaRshMeLLoW]

Better than what I can write. Definately continue with this.

[Hadhafang]

Burning Eyes? Automatically a good poem =D

[Tabasco Cat]

Lol I like it.

[Rinion]

Huh, I posted this so long ago its principal characters are no longer here. Now we can analyse it for historical significance - it'll be the 21st century Beowulf.

[Revenge]

Well...I'm here.

[Arthryn]

Just replace Yoli with Arthryn and it'll be a million times better AND up to date. Yoli actually never vanquished him anyway.