Poem Pocket

[Battlemapsta]

Here is a little collection of old and new poems I have yet to share.

1. My Dream

Thy day has finally waned
Lest them to remember a sunder
My apprenticeship has disposed itself
And my master remains to longer

A squire no more, thy's dream erected
Knighthood, awaken, my work perplexed
Camelot, the divine, bear heart to my blade
Sir Lancelot arises from the flame

King Arthur the great glistened nearby
Stood captivated in the brink of the fold
Bold bore the construction and load
My context, my pride, erupt in disparity

Brigands unfold from the crowds
Withdrew their cleavers, and sabres
Barbarity, destruction, horrors beyond content
My body lay decayed in vain.

2. The Ranges

Mountains steep the ranges
Beginning their great big phases
The beauty is astonishing
All other sight deems abolishing

The mountains tall in pride
Like the brave ocean tides
voyaging the ranges, my car rides
Nature, unkindled, continously bides

The sites amaze me dazing
The thought, the air plague hazing
The mountains continue with their raising
A spectacle of a sight.

3. My Master

Hence his presence life quails
Fear, a haze of distraught, not even sails
Could escape mighty lord thy master's grasp
An echo, a whisper, master speaks
Hiding equals betrayal, I listen lest I hear thunder
Knowing mighty master's anger reign plunder

"Sanitation, corrupt thou sanity overcharges"
Yearns the voice of master, the omnipotent
Confused me was, corruption.. master?
Oh no... thunder rumbles in the concealed skies
Master's will be decided, I remain to scanter

A distant tree falls, sparks rage
What chaos, master, tragedy be scarred on our page
Mighty master killed his own children, I weep
Suppress your fury, divine be true to all
I witness the revolution of the sun's gleaming
Thunder vanish and master's anger remained to surrogate

Now MY children, understand our plight in destiny
Intertwined with fate, a man finds hope
Dictation remain impure, you shall abandon servitude
For mighty master, god, I beset you.
May we be blessed with fortitude

4. I'm Mad

Gah the formalities of denouement
My mind, abused and devoured
A lonely specter, a revenant is my name
Consuming my actions, becomes all in bane
I am the redeemer, I am the thane

Retribution, my goal, am I insane?
Peace and god, I faint in distain
The burden of violence, the day is raining
God wallows in heaven, a message he's bearing
I am the messiah, I am insane

You, reader, give me clues to my stress
My stress, that which vitality be suppressed
The chaotic world, order be abandoned
Prejudice be global, I weep in vain
My insanity, I am left in the rain.

 

[Andyoyo]

My favorites is the ranges, keep it up; btw did you need any help with AI?

 

[Battlemapsta]

Ty and no I got the ai working properly.