LoR Lyricists #14 - Followers Free Style
This week our poets picked were given free reign to write some free style poetry for followers! Any of your favorites get picked....?
Rivers of Life - Recorded by Rocksaint
I see a river
Constant current giving life
To the Vastaya
Flowing with magic
Sends my spirit all the way
Back to the First Lands
Water is so meek
But, with time, it shapes the land
That lays beneath it
Limitless moving
You think you can hold it still
Yet you can't seize it
And it keeps giving
Gifts of wonder asking for
Nothing in return
We are living proof
For this magic flows within
Our blood just the same
-RocksaintLet’s Make Cookies - Recorded by Alkaloid
Let's make cookies for breakfast
Let's cook'em for dinner after
For baddies I feel disgust
For mayor though, can do just laughter.
De facto I rule this place
Everyone calls me big mama
I can put lead in your face
or bring shortcakes for Tristana
You best belive, I don't play
Even though yep, we still got it
and when mayor joins the fray
speech in your hat, you forgot it?
Owls and cats will find a way
Lets bring this home for one mana
Leaving me is a misplay
Best momma is a beast momma
Can you guess who I am fast?
You can not find me in Kanto
Hold on, its time to be asked
Obviously Bandle Commando!
-MyzraelWhere’s my speech? - Recorded by SnowFire
You guys haven't seen somewhere my speech 🤔?
I was walking down the yellow, red, road, maybe pink or green street.🟨🟥🛣️
It was just a simple sheet... 📜
Oh no, what if it fell on a pile of Oh No! 💩
I remember the heart of it ❤️....
But words are getting revolted in a mix 😵.
It was about... a theme... A something i believe 🧐!
But now i cant remember where i left it 🤷♂️.
Yes i looked at my cloak, my shirt, my coat.
In my head? But i just looked under my hat 🎩!
What do you mean on my boots 🥾? i would know that!
Yeah, even on my pockets, sockets and pants 🙄...
Ah, obviously, under my seat 🪑!
Thanks for waiting, for half an hour, standing there 🧍♂️.
And helping me, checking on each other, for that mischievous thief 👺.
But here we are, to the event in which👉!
That will commence by the ring 🔔!
Of all the nations that we have meet 🤝
We are one of these, indeed 😌!
United, but not in a mix 🌀!
Thanks to everybody for being here 🪧!
...How is that it was too short!? it was perfect, cant you see!? 😤
-Hazy
Small Stone - Recorded by SnowFire
Small stone Such life!
Little steps for little
legs There is
a might within
you
stone
Not the might
of the earth the might of all
beings
You share your father's
spirits Those who held
a city of mages
against the lack
of night
You are of
the stars and we love
you
We are here
to help
you as much
as you are
for others
-Lunar SpoonWe - Recorded by Alkaloid
We are We
two are as
one. two as
one.
We shall rise
We as shall
two. rise as
two.
Are thy This
one vision arrives
seeking blinded by
knowledge gold or
clouded by greed.
unbound.
Turn around None
intruders. shall pass.
None shall
None shall
defile defile
the the
sanctum sanctum
beyond. beyond.
-Saliet Monay
Again - Recorded by Alkaloid
I've done all this before, and will again.
We don't know why they come, but we must fight!
I've travelled time, I know the way it ends-
(for now, at least) we've time to make it right.
(We don't. Know why? They come but we must fight
against the clock as well as tooth and claw
for Now. At least we've time. To make it right
we'll turn these clocks of sand to fix the flaw.)
Against the clock! As well as tooth and claw
we face a void of being. Time's sands still.
Well, turn! These clocks of sand, to fix the flaw,
we flow the other way (as I, I will....).
(We face a "void-of". Being Time's sands still
I've travelled time- I know the way it ends.
We flow the other way as I, I will-
I've done all this before. And we'll, again.)
-solitaryplaceYour Touch - Recorded by SnowFire
your face
beside me
your arms
around me
your touch
pains me
but it
is powerful
let's wear
matching dresses
-AlkaloidBrrrr Blades - Recorded by Alkaloid
haha 0 mana blades edge goes brrr
-INEEDATTENTIONShadow’s Edge - Recorded by SnowFire
Can you see my blades?
Can you hear my steps?
Do you feel my breath?
Will you smell your coming death?
Some do, and I’m curious
Will it be you?
Ah, but no matter
Do mind the dagger
For you, I fear
I’ll no longer abide
I know where you hide
Now run if you can
But alas, you won’t escape
Darkness be my shape
Now night unveils
The dark beckons
I will play my part
And I’ll play it with grace
But for you, I’m afraid
It’s far too late
-SnowFire
She sits on her own
She sits on her own, atop her rock, stopped on her stone throne –
The drop, as yet, unknown.
Head dropped low, cold air seeps through cold bones - weather, she can weather,
But cold bites hardest on nights spent alone.
If she had a nimble friend, she wouldn't quibble for days on end
With the simple journey away from her rocky stay -
And instead of bending and breaking herself for some symbolic semblance of self,
She could simply, nimbly, dart out the way.
If she had a daring friend, she wouldn't be so scared of squaring up to the staring clowns
Bearing their numbing frowns,
Or of jumping down, succumbing to the ground,
And pounding on this mound, or tearing it down.
If she had a plucky friend, she wouldn't depend on unlucky charms, or bloody arms, to contend
With the things that cling to her, like muddy palms of dead kings, or the portents Monday brings,
That she faces with only the lonely spaces where once were stowed her forgotten wings.
Though the spire is high, enquire not how dire it is to fly - you won't go higher if you don't try.
Your friends await you in the sky - ascend to the choir, or descend to die.
Affectionate friends, destined friends, sinister friends, friends plundered -
Don't stop to wonder how finishers end, or resting mends, or perfectionists blunder.
Before, stop to ponder the jubilant doves,
Flying high up above the illuminant lightning and roaring thunder.
-IcarusPigeonNot Yet - Recorded by SnowFire
Each Armored Arm finished in a blood painted ravenous claw.
Rags covered his demonic body, just for the protection of other's eyes,
His eyes which couldn't be seen because of the impact of the scene,
Feed on Dread, desperation and fear, for the once left hand of the king of death.
A crowd chant and as time passed the dissonance increased.
Their voice went from soft to raspy to trembling and hasty.
Smoke filled the air, filled with sulfur and ashes.
And once the the immoral witch came to visit.
Free me pale woman! Releaaaseee meee!
He shouted to her, he couldn't feel fear, but there was a thrill.
The real villain was standing there, planning and scheming.
With a mischievous smile, raising her glance, and looking him down, despite being enormously tall.
"Not yet."
-Hazy
