A Warning to all... =-=Poem=-=

[romulas]

This was written for another one of my characters in a vampyre site. It was written on the door to his coven as a warning. Just curious for imput. What do ya think. If You don't get it - Renauld De'Oliac is the alpha male of the vampyre coven.

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[glow=black,2,300]A warning to all...[/glow]



Beneath the cars and honking horns,
beneath the killing sun,
kin of the living mourn.
at the hands of one.

Alpha of all this land,
the catacombs of deep
able to kill with a wave of a hand,
be the forsaken awake or asleep.

Renauld is his name
and this is his home,
The streets not the same,
none, ever alone.

To harm one of his children,
or one in his coven
will find you buried in your garden
or baking in your oven.

He an of an ancient time,
a master of the fanged kind
Hope you'll join him in the depthless mine.
or beneath the sun your body they'll find.

[Richie]

That's cool :) No really, it is

[.:Mjolnir/Fenrir:.]

Its pretty good.

[romulas]

*beams* thanks so much guys!

[Keisha]

And I'm not just sayin' this... That looks like it took a long time to make! '^.^'

[romulas]

Awww thanks so much. I really wish I could say it did take me a long time but it didn't. Something that did take a long time though. Sea storm. In shadow packs - a rp I used to rp at there was a contest - create a character deal Anywho. I wanted to be unique and so I posted all his info and his post as a poem... Here's the result (If you actually have time to read it please tell me what ya think...this was a major undertaking and I'm proud of it)

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Dubbed: (NAME)

Sea Storm

Kindred’s Call him Storm

Temperament:
Like the ocean on the calmest day,
The simplest words, his mood will sway.
When the oceans flat and dull,
Angry hearts rest and lull.

When the Oceans sharp and cold,
Like a blinded fool, he is far too bold.
When the Oceans kind and of love,
He is gentle as the stark white dove.

Like the sea have many phases,
Our stormy hero wears many faces.
So try you luck and you may just find
him on a day when the seas are kind.


Background/history :

One must go ages back
if this poor soul you wish to track.
For to understand his wayward soul
you must descend into the devils hole.

His sire was dubbed, the Oceans spawn
His dam well known as the daybreak fawn.
Each as different as day from night,
one loved foals, the other sent them to flight.

The spawn had taken for his bride
the gentle fawn, her time to bide.
She longed to flee away from him
He would kill her at the slightest whim.

Then one day after her barrel rounded
calls of triumph than he sounded.
For she could hide from him no more
his son she'd foal, this he swore.

Desperately she wished to run
rather to die than bare his son.
As the months flew by and the time came near,
She knew she had to run, for her sons life now she fear.

Out she raced with the dawn,
hoping praying, to foal alone.
Ready to kill this little love
for than he'd be free as a dove.

The little foal had barely landed
When his sire than demanded,
having followed her to the sea,
Let her run, and she'll be free.

Leave the foal and race the foam
Be what you want, be alone.
So she ran, for her life
hiding tears and fighting strife.

Into the sea she pounded though
but her heart it never knew
The freedom she had always wanted
now was hers and long forgotten

She had never had a chance,
a weakened heart her only dance.
As the little foal cried
for his mother lost in tide

His sire shoved him to his feet,
away from the mother he'd never meet.
On they moved, to the sea side herd
He never heard his mother’s word.

Freedom he longed and finally took
From his sires body, he earned one last look
Now he ran into the sea,
so much strong than was she.

For he reached this island he called home
Finally free, and finally alone.
So now he spends his time
racing along each summer tide.

Thoughts of his mother lost at sea
and of his father, now never to be.
For he was his own, and king of this land.
Now none could doubt it. He was in command.


A Show of Skill: (SAMPLE POST)

The dawn had rose above to sea
Calling soft and swift to thee,
Up he rose upon his feet
Ready for his day to greet.

Pelt of ivory soft and clean
Beneath the sun caused a golden glean
Walking from his wooden den,
Deep from the forest with in.

Stepping softly to the shore,
Dreading departure nevermore.
For now he was home and would gladly stay
Refusing to leave until his dieing day.

The vapors of the sea
Licked and tasted on the breeze.
Nostrils flare and inhale that bliss
So far from the home, he’d never miss.

The salty water of the swarm
Danced around each dagger worn.
Excited so, by Neptune’s fountain
Desperate to cherish the gentle fountain.

With daggers raised to dashed into
The cold dark sea and ocean’s blue.
Home he found hidden here,
Had any ran, they must be queer

To welcome this power and strength
He would go to any length.
For now he had but two more tasks
Each would take a different mask.

The first to claim a land all his,
A welcomed task was this.
The second to find one to share,
His life and his crown to wear.

The final task would be found,
By wearing the face of a clown.
A foal of his son, a son of Storm
One to raise and with love adorn.
He would treat him not as his sire had
Raising him to be kind and not too sad

For life is nothing when spend in sadness,
None could question this, gladness
Could be found in love alike
Granted, sometimes a need to fight

But love while you can and fight when you must
This is how we begin, with bonds of trust.
He would rise to his hinds and let out a call.
“Come to me, one and all!”

[Richie]

Woah!

[romulas]

took me FOREVER to write - and get this I still always post in pose with this character so I have to develop a new poem in reaction to someone else...pain in the butt but makes me orginal!

[.:Mjolnir/Fenrir:.]

That is really nice and really works especially with his history.

[romulas]

Mjo! I love that picture!!

Oh, and thank you so much I am really proud of it, hard, but proud of it. thanks so much