[11thAng3l]

The Silver Sliver

Voices of songs long forgotten
Tell of a tale, a parallel of doom
Glory hath been; of a war langsyne
‘tween Argent Ivy ‘n Black Dawn

“O Hark!
Ye to an elegy of love of Regina
In an Armageddon;
Curse o’er Sir Staunton’s armada
By ye Black dawn; a messiah
Sole ‘n aria to be, o’er arena,
‘twas the silver sliver of Regina”

Ere Chin of Avalon
Faces of brutes ‘n fists of fury
Auks of steel of Sir Staunton
Arms of ivory; the Argent Ivy

Confronted, men of scar, men tacky
Raven of Sir Lancelot, on stallion
Studs blackened; of bozze ‘n baccy
Deathly army, of the Black Dawn

Gongs sonorous ‘n trumpets from afar
Clogin’ breaths ‘n smell of war
In ravine, echo louder….
Griping, swords ‘n javelin ‘n spear

Charged the knights of the Argent Ivy
Swoopin’ on raven; arrows spree
Slashed entrails, gall ‘n kidney
Of Dawn’s tarred auxiliaries

‘neath rook, Sir Staunton sore
Drops crimson, o’er the silver sliver
Sparing bishop, the Dawns ace slayer
Spear slew; sparks off the silver sliver
Hewed Staunton’s torso from femur

Staunton crooned; muscles in rigor
Pommel to cleave, of the silver sliver
Knighted the ivy’s ace matador
Regina; morbid, with the silver sliver

“O Regina mine beloved Lady
O mine fortress art thee
For naught, envy ‘n empathy
Embody; but for pride of mine ‘n thee
Lead ye Knights of the Argent Ivy

O Regina mine beloved Lady
By mine blood, O lady
I pledge, ye Ivy’s fidelity
Thou protégé, mine Silver sliver to be
O Salve ye Ivy”

Regina, by blighty Staunton
Tainted bloody; on pelvis, hone
Sliver, helm ‘n mail didst don
‘n amour, her likeness to adorn

Feet on vermin ‘n carnage; tears
Of Regina, gliding o’er the silver sliver
Chain to spy of Dawns armada
Gleam o’er seam of the silver sliver

Slashing auxiliary and knight
‘n bishop; Regina the quark-o-might
Lynched raven; all but Sir Lancelot
With eddy of autism in sprite

Simpering at dart ‘n spear
‘n Regina with the silver sliver
As tar studs slashed the Ivy archers
‘n Regina; fire o’er the silver sliver

Rain of arrows, seeped deep, skin
To sear; poison in Regina, impaling
A spirit, blunt; limbs draggin’
Shrill awash o’er tooth’s skin
O’er the carnage Regina barkin’

“Hath vengeance of sir Staunton
Not singed thru mine veins
Naught mine appetite wouldst crave,
But deign
Ere thy venom, O Black Dawn

But for love of sir Staunton
Mine silver sliver shall reign”

Steed to mount, Regina veered
By rook; vicar of ivy, to command
Toward Lancelot charged, ‘n blared

“This-day mine silver sliver shall reign”

The silver sliver lashed; splashed
Hot gore, entrails slashed

“Mine silver sliver shall reign”

And…
And rasped….

My Opponent; CHECK MATE…

If you haven’t guessed yet, this poem was conjured after a series of being devastatingly beat at Chess……
Oh how I love to hate it!

For poems on a lighter note….check out the other side of my art and craft
http://www.inheritan...showtopic=51354

This post has been edited by 11thAng3l: 04 December 2009 - 04:06 AM

[Blazing Elf]

Very nice.

[Katya]

Oh, I loved this poem. Not only can you carry quite a decent rhyme, but it was about chess! How totally uncliche is that? You did a great job using rich language. I hope to see more (maybe about checkers this time? )

[11thAng3l]

Oh, I loved this poem. Not only can you carry quite a decent rhyme, but it was about chess! How totally uncliche is that? You did a great job using rich language. I hope to see more (maybe about checkers this time? )

thanks a ton Katya......and to you too....Blazin' elf....
I will try to post a new one as soon as im done fixing it...

by the way Katya, thanx for the tip (on checkers)......very unlikely though...

This post has been edited by 11thAng3l: 01 September 2009 - 04:05 PM

[11thAng3l]

“Meddling
Thru charms of pale azure
O’er night’s awn to shimmer; melt
Melting
In embrace of landbound
this star
Circle into dreams of muted color
Of me, a soul beaming, of thee
Melding
As one, Star and stone eternally..

Sorry I had to post the picture too….the poem makes no sense without it..
just needed an opinion....