LoR Lyricists #13 - LoR (Lite-) Sonnets
Did Shakespeare leave your favorite CCG out of his pantheon of poetry? Check out our poets' (lite-) sonnets inspired by the lands and denizens of Runeterra!!
The Blue Haired Doll - Recorded by Alkaloid
She tiptoed unto the singed marble now cooled,
She looked around and gathered the enmity unfading,
At one end of her needle, a spool of hue unruled,
At the other, blue locks glinting off the metal shading
But the mist, it encroached, never ending, never to rest,
The creatures, upon nightfall, came surging like
An ocean of malaise in morbidity they fest,
And they jest, and they infest, upon her silken hide.
Then, all the stories of her friends bygone,
Rose up to be interwoven into hallowed refuge,
She threw her threads and sewed her song,
Dusted in the remnants of a life’s refuse.
And when once more the blue touches the light of dawn,
The seamstress stowed her eyes for the dusk to come.
-Saliet MonayNoxian Glory - Recorded by Rocksaint
What's the sound you hear in the horizon?
Fills your heart with dread, you feel like running.
Drum beats in crescendo, banner rising.
Nowhere left to go. You know we're coming.
Fearless marching masses getting closer.
Our Empire needs no introduction.
Vision, Might and Guile, you know who those are?
The Triferix guiding us to action.
Armies tremble when they stand before us.
Tyrant monarchs, hide behind your stone wall.
Yet we hear the cries across your forest:
People you oppressed and want your downfall.
We won't let a crown deny our story.
March with us to bask in Noxian glory.
-RocksaintTargon’s Peak - recorded by SnowRosie
I'd give anything for the chance to climb
up Targon's Peak- I really, really would.
How I'd gladly leave my whole life behind
for the chance to prove that I'm worthy, good.
I'd cut my hands and feet upon its slope,
I'd parch and starve myself without relief
and climb on, tethered by a thread of hope
alone and hoist myself off my belief.
Throw me to the dragons, or to the stars-
I'd rather that than go on at the base
where people choose to fight in petty wars
even though grandeur stares them in the face.
The mountain calls to me, its lofty peak
saying "Prove yourself. Prove you are not weak".
-solitaryplace
So you want to be a pirate? - Recorded by Myzrael
So, you want to be a pirate m’lad?
In Bilgewater it's all about branding.
It's just business, we are not at all bad,
don’t want to kill, just your treasure handing.
Yes, as pirates we care about treasure.
You can keep your life, if you give it up.
We prefer not to kill, just for pleasure.
We are not monsters, let's clarify that.
We want you to know, what waits if you fight.
It might be torture, might be death for you.
Yes, you can even see all our might!
Bad Fortune for you and all of your crew.
So, you want to be a pirate m’lad?
Go ahead, join us, like a Gigachad!
-MyzraelIonia -Recorded by SnowRosie
If blessed are the meek and pure in heart,
Then blessed you are surely, and serene.
Your zealous love for peace and love and art
Enchants my spirit, fuels my waking dreams.
Though your enchantments can at times be wild,
Their fickle nature matches your alure -
Fore'er you maintain you can't be beguiled
To choose a side in any worldly war.
But choice is all we have that makes us great;
We're more than rock or moss or tree or leaf.
Is choosing not to choose to change our fate
A choice at all, or willful disbelief?
We all are zealots when we are at peace.
It's when we are at war we must be meek.
-IcarusPigeonRed Flowers - Recorded by SnowRosie
Red flowers Blooming from crescent praise
Plans within plans, from small buds to big beasts on knight armor
Petals falling dull from a cavalry culling betrays
Burning terrain, broken scales, shattered axes, sheathed swords, running Amok.
I was my own sword, shield and horse
Running from my pain, fears, and with a thousand souls on my back
Sealed, tattooed over my skin, bearing them with grief, giving me force.
I keep this burden to myself, all alone, im proud, but my road is harsh.
Burning fields hit the mark, scratches my path, smoldering the metal.
I can sense what i did, but it had to be done.
Not what i wanted to be. A girl, and now a rebel.
The klink klank is incessant, but the will is not gone.
My hands are rough, my body sore, the armor is heavy, my work is not done.
My feet are tired, my mind is wore, my weapons are tainted, chaos in my core.
-HazyRoyal Blood - Recorded by Alkaloid
Royal blood has been spilt on royal sands
By wicked hands the Empire has returned.
The dead king rises, to reclaim His lands
The lands He commands- for Him, they have yearned.
The bitter slave has broken from his chains
His power attained from a bygone age
Failed ascension ending the old kings reign
Master of the arcane, unbridled rage.
A soul tormented for a thousand years
He has forgotten his own sacrifice
Mind mangled by an arcane puppeteer,
Oh brother dear, He will be your demise.
The mute desert becomes an arena
As ancient gods wage war for Shurima.
-HackaKatClimbing Targon’s Peak - Recorded by SnowRosie
Here I stand at the mountains base
But how far and high the peak seems
And I am afraid to fall from grace
On the journey to see my dreams
Still, I’ll gladly climb and bleed
I’ll know no rest nor slumber
To leave behind those of greed
And I’ll know no thirst and hunger
For now my faith is my brave steed
Come you demons of fear
Come you storms of fire
The peak is nigh and near
My heart aflame with desire
And In my soul faith adhere
The summit I yet aspire
The mountain now calls
Though I am so frail
But no matter what I might befall
I won’t let myself fail
I’ll yet prove myself tall
And still rise and prevail
When the giants call, and ask my worth
They’ll know I’m gold, for through a thousand storm I preserve
-SnowRosie
A Wanderer’s Wishes
When the birds of south flock to Boreas’ nest,
Cutting through the skies as they soared restless on.
From horizon’s birth trailing across to sunset west,
Leaving cirrus tails against the gradient of the crestless sun
Do the oceans wave to paint the shoreline?
Am I to draw sword, just to prolong this story?
On one page of history, to claim another line,
To claim territory for one night only. Pedestrian glory.
I’ve walked for some thousand miles, and I will some thousand more,
I will take heart, draw breath, for life’s one purpose - the fall,
And when the time comes I’ll pilfer the moment once more,
One lives not to seize the day, but to let it go enthralled.
If you find a sheath and a flute at the end of this path I’m on,
Leave them where the spring ends, and where the summer’s just begun.
-Saliet MonayA LoR Poetry Discord Wait… really!? https://discord.gg/XxqjG8AD Yes, really! =) Poetry, interviews, silly puns… … come wordsmith with us! =)
