Degorram Posted February 1, 2008 Report Posted February 1, 2008 Draw your sword and counter me so I may fight you. You cannot defeat me: I've already won. Blades of silver swirling as I prance around you. Sparks begin to fly: Dance to Oblivion! Running through the forest and my breath comes shorter. Feel the eyes behind me as they chase for fun. Dodging past the stars and coming close to danger; Spread my wings and fly into Oblivion! Screaming through the void so that my ghost can hear me. Wonder where the truth has gone to in this world. Wrap my arms around you as we're torn asunder. Reach out for you hand, fall to Oblivion!
Wyvern Posted February 2, 2008 Report Posted February 2, 2008 Cool poem, Degorram. :-) I like how you give the depictions of fierce combat a lighthearted and friendly sort of tone, as it gives one the impression that the battle here is little more than a parry between companions. The first three lines of the third stanza strike me as having a much darker tone, however, and I was a little uncertain of whether the dark contemplations there fit in the context of the rest of the poem. The thoughts of "where the truth has gone to in this world" were interesting, but I wasn't sure what they stemmed from in the poem, as I generally got the impression that the narrator was enjoying the combat. Anyway, thanks for sharing this here Dego. :-) Wyvern makes a note to pack himself an Almost Dragonic Brand Hangman Glider the next time Degorram offers him a walk through the woods...
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