Fruerte Posted November 27, 2016 Share Posted November 27, 2016 Okay, how do I start this thing? *confused facedesk* So. While everyone was busy making Art Threads, I was content with sitting in a darkest corner and popping out time from time to leave a comment, paint words in red, and maybe insert horror in the places it never was in. After all, I can't draw that well, and writing takes time. But, as you might know... Sometimes, when I open my mouth, the poems come out. And nothing can silence the cries of voices that recount ideas and whisper sweet lies, telling me that this madness is more than the shards of feverish dreams and actually means... something? Can you imagine this? And when @Arlesienne told me to make a thread Always saying that my work is worthy of read I've stilled my anxious woes For how could I dare... to say no? I've built up the buffer And prayed to the Night Fully prepared to suffer As I step into the bright Spotlight of Art... Oh, what am I doing, I'm not good enough, a weakling amateur, not worthy... frankly, I should keep it away from all of you.... [has a panic attack] I'll get something up for you in a minute... just after my emergency therapy tea... 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted November 27, 2016 Author Share Posted November 27, 2016 (edited) So, yesterday in the @MissCharlie's thread, Maxwell was behaving like the sensible, wise man that he is... ha-ha, no. Spoiler And so I've thought: "Well, that's because you were a really bad King...", and then, after too many Voltaire songs... Welcome the King of Shadows. Spoiler The shadows share the news "The one we need have died today again, you know? Claimed by wintry winds But what could we expect from sleep-deprived scientist?" Their host does not hear them talking Too busy watching puppets Writhe and scream and die All due to his lies. A cold and heartless beast He sits and smiles with ease Every night With their cries Ringing through his ears... King of Shadows sits in darkness Rejoicing at their pain While he is the one ruling Hapless masses He's never gonna let He's never gonna let These poor accursed souls go free! Reigning over the wilds The mighty army_of the Shadow King The frogs, and merms and werepigs And spiders, batlisks, hounds Chess pieces, shadows of all size. Giants prowl the landscape, The deerclops stomps, the bearger roars, The Goose-Goose honks, The dragonfly spews flames. The puppets cry their tears. Their hearts are full of fear. For whom this's a twisted game, Who causes so much pain? King of Shadows in his throne room Basking in his hate. Pleading's useless His eyes are blind to their doom. He's never gonna let He's never gonna let These poor accursed souls go free! King of Shadows sits in darkness Rejoicing at their pain While he is the one ruling Hapless masses He's never gonna let He's never gonna let Reign of the King (soon will be over) They have already (made their choice) The change will soon begin... Edited November 29, 2016 by Net Spectre 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted November 28, 2016 Author Share Posted November 28, 2016 Still at it. Here's another Voltaire parody, because I have a bunch of these and need to get them out. Please bear with me. Charlie lives through yet another sad, death-filled night. Well, a bunch of them. This one is untitled because I just couldn't think of anything fitting. "Grue's Lament", maybe? Spoiler You, one near the pigs The full moon's close, you should run And you, one near the swamp Don't go there, or the tentacles'll get you And you, among the trees Are you lost? I can lead you out. Hey, put down the axe. The darkness's falling, And I just want to Tear your flesh To cause you pain To smell your fear To hear your screaming, oh A long, long time ago I fell to this place From another dimension And morphed into a beast Locked inside a cage of dementia Now through all these years I left my past behind I have lost my mind I want to get out of here I want to go home And yet all I can do is Tear your flesh And cause you pain And smell your fear And hear your screaming, oh As you are standing on the edge of your life I wonder if you'll remember Your own demise I'm trying to get my memories back I don't know why, but I'm feeling sad You cry, and I try to cut faster Just fall over the edge of your life Your pain soon will be over, and Mine will get stronger I'm trying to earn my memories back To break my curse As you die to wake anew Oh, if only I could be myself I'd be a guide for the lost If only I could be myself I'd be a light in the darkness You can't see pain etched in my face Oh, I want to stop to Tear your flesh To cause you pain To smell your fear To hear your screaming, oh As you are standing on the edge of your life I wonder if you'll remember Me crying for you I'm trying to get my memories back I wish I could protect you from him Oh, please don't cry, now, smile Just fall over the edge of your life Your pain soon will be over, and Mine will get stronger I'm trying to earn my memories back To break my curse As you die again- You're gone from here You've left from here You've left me here But I'll see you here I'll meet you here We'll break out of here And I will see your smile... 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
An Artifact Posted November 29, 2016 Share Posted November 29, 2016 Heheh, glad to see the vigilant artists of the forums are finally breaking out of the DRAWS ONLY mold =) Voltaire, that name rings a bell... didn't he that "When you're evil" song too? I enjoy the morbid themes, both in the original song and your starvified renditions 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted November 29, 2016 Author Share Posted November 29, 2016 (edited) 52 minutes ago, MeingroessterFan said: Heheh, glad to see the vigilant artists of the forums are finally breaking out of the DRAWS ONLY mold =) Voltaire, that name rings a bell... didn't he that "When you're evil" song too? I enjoy the morbid themes, both in the original song and your starvified renditions Yeah, I was getting kinda fidgety due to not being able to draw well but still wishing for my own morbid corner in the Arts section... and always backpedaling on creating it because my mind was starting to drone "no one is going to be interested in this" the moment my cursor even dared to twitch in the direction of the New Topic button. Voltaire is indeed the mind behind the "When You're Evil". His works are suprisingly perfect for starvification. I've initially wanted to do only Robber Baron, but then the usual writing blackout happened and bam, I've ended up with a bunch of these. Will post another one a bit later, when my internet stops seizuring. Edited November 29, 2016 by Net Spectre 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted November 29, 2016 Author Share Posted November 29, 2016 (edited) Our favorite Dork Carter wastes his precious free-time on moping around and pleading for help.Extremely sappy. May give you Whine Poisoning. Take caution. Here's a rare sight An occurance as fleeting As a flicker of light In the dark of the throne room unfeeling The King sits in his chair Firmly held in the place by Their hands There's no sight of his dapperly flair There's a different look in his eyes Once prideful visage stained with tears The ruler of shadowy masses Raises his hand, shaking in fear Tapping his face in the search of the glasses Maxwell is resting, and William breaks out Gasping for freedom as he would for air But there is a black hole down in his gut Of feelings for one that he... no, they care... Charlotte. Spoiler There's a patch of roses near my throne, they smell like you I wish I could walk up to them, when I start to miss you too much You know I'd love to pick one for my dapper suit, but There are too many shadows watching I'm afraid they'd tell on me Here's only dark, neither day nor night In this place where I close my eyes And their hands are trying so hard to hold me back While I relive our final act, See you smile, you smile at me Oh, my dear Charlotte Your loss of self stabs like a blade right through my heart Oh, my dear Charlotte You know your madness stabs right through my bleeding heart I think about you every night and every day Every moment since they took you Your corruption was my pay, so they say And I weep for you, Charlotte Oh, my dear Charlotte (I know you're out there, ah) Your loss of self stabs like a blade right through my heart Oh, my dear Charlotte (I know you're out there, ah) You know your madness stabs right through my bleeding heart Sometimes I wonder if you hate me For it's my fault you're stuck like this I pray the fates are kind and you will break your curse someday I pray that you'll reclaim your freedom, my dear beloved Charlotte Oh, my dear Charlotte (I know you're out there, ah) Your loss of self stabs like a blade right through my heart Oh, my dear beloved Charlotte (I know you're out there, ah) You know your madness stabs right through my bleeding heart Oh, my dear Charlotte (I know you're out there, ah) Your loss of self stabs like a blade right through my heart Oh, my dear beloved Charlotte (I know you're out there, ah) And only you can pull the blade out of my heart Edited November 29, 2016 by Net Spectre 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted November 30, 2016 Author Share Posted November 30, 2016 A pretty late update, because the internet stabbed me in the back today. Here's the last Voltaire rewrite (for the time being). And oh thanks Night, an easily singable one. I'm pretty pleased with how it has turned out as well (Yes, really. I'm suprised myself.). Spoiler If you find surviving a bore There's a place you can go Grab your trusty spear, and do come near The abode of the dead of yore Don't mind the trees, their guardian sleeps There's no cries of bereaved By no hound you will be here found, So go and kneel next to their graves Here's a fiery lass, encased in ice, Her life snuffed out by frost Here's, shoudlers once wide, a strongman, whose might By hunger was dwindled and lost Here's a sweet girl child, now claimed by the wild By fangs and claws of the beasts And here's lady old, bookish and bold Taken by swamp's foul mists Sit here on the ground Ghosts are dancing all around you Touch cold stones with your hand Mourn for ones who'd died in this land If you find surviving a bore There's a place you can go Grab your trusty spear, and do come near The abode of the dead of yore Fall on your knees, as your search reveals An old beaten grave with your name Still your hate, accept your sad fate For Them your pain is but a game Sit here on the ground Ghosts are dancing all around you Touch cold stones with your hand Mourn for ones who'd died in this land 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
An Artifact Posted November 30, 2016 Share Posted November 30, 2016 6 minutes ago, Net Spectre said: A pretty late update, because the internet stabbed me in the back today. Here's the last Voltaire rewrite (for the time being). And oh thanks Night, an easily singable one. I'm pretty pleased with how it has turned out as well (Yes, really. I'm suprised myself.). I actuall tried singing along this time (thankfully there was no-one around to hear that abyssmal wailing). It works very well, and I think I should check for more of that Voltaire guy's music, I quite enjoyed the songs of his you did so far. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted November 30, 2016 Author Share Posted November 30, 2016 Just now, MeingroessterFan said: I actuall tried singing along this time (thankfully there was no-one around to hear that abyssmal wailing). It works very well, and I think I should check for more of that Voltaire guy's music, I quite enjoyed the songs of his you did so far. I have a few more ideas, but haven't started writing them yet. Want to make something original to break the string of rewrites first. There is something on my mind, but I feel that it may turn out a bit long and will take some time to complete. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted December 1, 2016 Author Share Posted December 1, 2016 Last daily update, because as of now I'm all out of poems. A little rewritten tune of macabre nature in Their honor. Spoiler Who else is excited for the Netflix series? They seek out unfortunate people And whisk them to horrible place Which's to its very reaches Filled with horrible creatures Who really want to eat your face Heed my words, camping there isn't nice or cool Just wait till the night, and with it the Grue When you'll see shadows crawling Hear beasts' hungry growling You'll tremble and cry in dismay For Them you're but a toy Pathetic and weak, so As Their hands snuff out the fire you grab a torch Then scream and run away Scream, scream, scream and run away Run, run run run run run run run And die, die die die die die die die Run, run run run run run run run And die, die die die die die die die die die die Two walruses with darts and hounds Chess pieces of marble and gears Things worsen and worsen, a tall, dapper person Lights his cigar and sneers. United in the goals same They're acting in interests of Them Oh, why They do such things evil and cruel? Can these eldritch creatures just bored be may? But no matter! Your worst fears are coming to get you As They whisper in your ears you grab a spear Then scream and run away Scream, scream, scream and run away Run, run run run run run run run And die, die die die die die die die Run, run run run run run run run And die, die die die die die die die die die die 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
minespatch Posted December 6, 2016 Share Posted December 6, 2016 On 12/1/2016 at 11:32 AM, Net Spectre said: Last daily update, because as of now I'm all out of poems. A little rewritten tune of macabre nature in Their honor.They seek out unfortunate people And whisk them to horrible place Which's to its very reaches Filled with horrible creatures Who really want to eat your face Scream, scream, scream and run away Run, run run run run run run run And die, die die die die die die die Run, run run run run run run run And die, die die die die die die die die die die As someone who loves the Gothic Archies, glad to see their work transfered to the fandom. I wouldn't be surprised if you did a Shipwrecked inspired tune. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted January 11, 2017 Author Share Posted January 11, 2017 I've finally wrote a thing... and it isn't a rewrite even! *flails arms* A little look at Max's backstory, born out of boredom and pretty sour mood. Most likely rough around the edges. I have no idea how to call it. Anyway, enjoy. There was a Naive Man, who’d wished to know ways of Magic.His thirst for arcane led him down a path most tragic.He’d left British Isles without a hint of fear,Eager to start his performance career.The Fates, though, were quick to laugh and scoff:His amateur show didn’t take off.Rabbits and card tricks don’t a magician make,So his act fell apart, countless debts in its wake. He’d fled for his life, taking the train,And the Fates laughed at the poor Man again.A circus wagon on the train tracks got stuck,By full force of the train poor performers were struck.Many got wounded, but don’t be alarmed.The elephant ended up being unharmed.From the crash Naive Man had stumbled away,In the hot desert sands losing his way. The search didn’t bear fruit, so poor sod was declaredCompletely, utterly, totally dead. He’d returned much later to inhabited lands,Cursed book of Dark Arts clutched tight in his hands.With soft look replaced by vicious gaze,Eyes steely and sparkling with concealed craze,No longer nervous, holding his head up proud.Proclaiming his name surely and loud.He set out to New York, to start all from scratch,To set up new act, his dark powers to match.Though it wasn’t apparent, not yet it was known,He was already corrupted and gone.The reports were right, William Carter was dead...And Maxwell the Great was born in his stead. There was an Arrogant Man, who’d known ways of Magic.His thirst for arcane led him down a path most tragic... 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fruerte Posted March 24, 2017 Author Share Posted March 24, 2017 Well, well. The last post was more than two months ago. I'm still too preoccupied with... discreet matters of extreme importance to return to my writing exploits, and my mind seems more interested in prose rather than poetry for the time being. However, I do not wish to see this thread getting closed just because my voices are currently on break for our mutual benefit, I do not wish to wait too long, as I don't know for how long a thread should be inactive for it to be locked, and I don't want to just write a content-less post just for the sake of bumping. So, I've rummaged through my poems pile, and figured that it's about time I transferred the work that started my DS-related poetry spree to here. It's not that good, but... *shrug* It was inspired by one of the @NightWonder7 's works, so I'll leave it here as well for the sake of context. Spoiler On 11/9/2016 at 8:56 PM, NightWonder7 said: The blizzard howls, the blizzard sings Raising the snowflakes up to the skies The radio hisses, whispers and rings Until the weak signal finally dies The shadows sneer at your weak form The snowstorm drowns their laugh The guiding static is long gone And you already had enough The blood drips and trickles down Making it hard to see Last shreds of strength leave you now And you fall on your knees The heavy rod – a last support Creaks and wails, keeping you still There is no escape, no last resort Only the merciless chill You’re out of luck The calm is all that’s left And you feel them clawing at your back The icy hands of Death The blizzard sings its final song Lulling you to sleep And you give up, and follow it along Sinking into the darkness deep And as many times before As your life is snuffed away You hear the voice of King once more “Nice try, Pal. But not today.” (Well, now I can rest easy for another two months, I guess...) 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arlesienne Posted March 24, 2017 Share Posted March 24, 2017 Just now, Net Spectre said: Well, well. The last post was more than two months ago. I'm still too preoccupied with... discreet matters of extreme importance to return to my writing exploits, and my mind seems more interested in prose rather than poetry for the time being. However, I do not wish to see this thread getting closed just because my voices are currently on break for our mutual benefit, I do not wish to wait too long, as I don't know for how long a thread should be inactive for it to be locked, and I don't want to just write a content-less post just for the sake of bumping. So, I've rummaged through my poems pile, and figured that it's about time I transferred the work that started my DS-related poetry spree to here. It's not that good, but... *shrug* It was inspired by one of the @NightWonder7 's works, so I'll leave it here as well for the sake of context. Reveal hidden contents The blizzard howls, the blizzard sings Raising the snowflakes up to the skies The radio hisses, whispers and rings Until the weak signal finally dies The shadows sneer at your weak form The snowstorm drowns their laugh The guiding static is long gone And you already had enough The blood drips and trickles down Making it hard to see Last shreds of strength leave you now And you fall on your knees The heavy rod – a last support Creaks and wails, keeping you still There is no escape, no last resort Only the merciless chill You’re out of luck The calm is all that’s left And you feel them clawing at your back The icy hands of Death The blizzard sings its final song Lulling you to sleep And you give up, and follow it along Sinking into the darkness deep And as many times before As your life is snuffed away You hear the voice of King once more “Nice try, Pal. But not today.” (Well, now I can rest easy for another two months, I guess...) You favour quality over quantity, which is good :D. Every post you deliver here is quality. We can wait! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
minespatch Posted March 25, 2017 Share Posted March 25, 2017 (edited) I can see a troubadour singing that if Pigmen evolve to have advanced thought. Singing the legend of Wilson. Edited March 25, 2017 by minespatch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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