Snypiuer Posted September 14, 2003 Report Posted September 14, 2003 I can feel it. Coursing through my veins. Pounding. Pounding. Throbbing in my temples. It burns. Like an electrical fire. Consuming every fibre of my being. A humming rings in my ears. As it sings through my body. If only they knew. Perhaps they do. But if they did, they would know they can't hold me. I can feel the wards woven into the fabric that binds my arms about me. I can smell the glyphs imbedded in the padding of the room. I can see the invisible sigils etched into the glass they watch me through. And I know. I KNOW. With but a thought, I can pass them all. Because of this, I allow them their indiscretions. I allow them to believe their spells of lighting affect me. And their poisons incapacitate me. I allow it. For I am a God. And they know not what they do. They fear me. And their fear is eased. When I allow them their indiscretions. They are mortal. They can not feel the power. I can. The power is within me. The power is me. So I allow them to keep me here. With my arms wrapped about me. Bound to this pallet. Within this room of pads. As they watch me through their glass. They feel safe. They feel secure. Becuase they can not feel the power. I allow them. For I CAN feel the power. I allow them. Becuase I am a God. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Loki Wyrd Posted September 17, 2003 Report Posted September 17, 2003 Hehe, nice illusions of grandeur.
Gwaihir Posted September 17, 2003 Report Posted September 17, 2003 The repitition of 'I am a God' is strong. The short lines make the poem feel almost frantic. Very quickly moving but full of intensity.
Rhapsody Posted September 20, 2003 Report Posted September 20, 2003 Wow, I can see why you're a Bard. This poem isn't really big on humility. In content, it reminds me of Song of Myself, but its struture is unlike anything I've ever seen. The repeition is used very effectively. I can almost see this as a song.
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