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  1. I stalk forward. Thunder chants in line with my steps and bolts of lightning fly in synchronization with my every movement. Beneath my feet the ground becomes blanketed by unblemished frost. Waves of heat so intense that the earth beneath them starts to melt lash out without warning at Psyder's minions save Herate. A gentle whip of wind grabs the arm of the hand which holds the knife. My voice floats upon the winds and into Herate's ears. "He's enraged Herate. For Eons the Fox was trapped. It destroys because this is in its nature." The rough edges of my voice are barely restrained. "Vale has a plan. We can send the Fox away. Killing it if that is even what Wyrn seeks to do is not justice. There is always another path. The easy path is rarely the right one." My face breaks out in a wolfish grin. A shower of lightning bolts fly at Pysder from all sides. Jagged hailstones begin to fall. @Negative_Null
  2. Happy birthday @Aspiring Writer!!
  3. I wanted to share this piece that I literally finished writing moments ago. 

                                                        Chains Unbroken

    In a valley most silent a lone figure stands if just barely amidst the unmitigated destruction that gods may wreak. Up above thunderheads roar with a rage beyond nature’s might. Jove’s voice shakes the mountains that hide from sight this sanctuary and prison. His hands burn the skies with legions of blinding lances of light whose aim is always true. Winds sing violent and dangerous songs as they weave around one whose soul is cursed to see the carnage which comes. 

    Divine power shields the traveler from the cacophony that drives even gods into a sort of insatiable frenzy. Mars clutches his head in agony and trembles while tears scar his battle worn flesh. Splintered weapons leech the earth as their fragments descend from on high. Their touch gives life to stone only to take it away again. They crumble plant life returning all to the semblance of corpses that predated the birthing of Flora. The cosmos seem to be waiting for something  as the stranger absorbs this chaos and is unmoved.

    Garments once able to protect from all that exists in the world lack the lustrous beauty and unyielding strength that they once held. Pleading Minerva, Venus, and Juno call for mercy to keep the realms of mortal and primordials intact. Flames mightier than Vulcan could ever hope to control set alight the dying land. Protective heights melt away to form a sea that is choking the skies and all consuming. Leadened feet hold back flight as all cries fall on uncaring ears. 

    Shackles that none could hope to break glow beneath the heat which spreads itself wide and yet does not warm their prisoner. Prayers of all kinds are ignored as a kind of numbness sets in. A sort of finality takes hold of Mars and all that he is and once was is vanquished.  Those who call for clemency bow their heads in submission as strange glints appear in their eyes. Destruction consumes itself and Jupiter falls into a dreamless slumber. Vitality returns to the one who was once trapped as all is remade and in silence all is restored forever more.

    1. Tesh

      Tesh

      That's amazing! Thanks so much for sharing!

    2. Vessel of Theory

      Vessel of Theory

      Quite nice, that. Thanks for sharing!

  4. I wanted to share this piece that I literally finished writing moments ago. Chains Unbroken In a valley most silent a lone figure stands if just barely amidst the unmitigated destruction that gods may wreak. Up above thunderheads roar with a rage beyond nature’s might. Jove’s voice shakes the mountains that hide from sight this sanctuary and prison. His hands burn the skies with legions of blinding lances of light whose aim is always true. Winds sing violent and dangerous songs as they weave around one whose soul is cursed to see the carnage which comes. Divine power shields the traveler from the cacophony that drives even gods into a sort of insatiable frenzy. Mars clutches his head in agony and trembles while tears scar his battle worn flesh. Splintered weapons leech the earth as their fragments descend from on high. Their touch gives life to stone only to take it away again. They crumble plant life returning all to the semblance of corpses that predated the birthing of Flora. The cosmos seem to be waiting for something as the stranger absorbs this chaos and is unmoved. Garments once able to protect from all that exists in the world lack the lustrous beauty and unyielding strength that they once held. Pleading Minerva, Venus, and Juno call for mercy to keep the realms of mortal and primordials intact. Flames mightier than Vulcan could ever hope to control set alight the dying land. Protective heights melt away to form a sea that is choking the skies and all consuming. Leadened feet hold back flight as all cries fall on uncaring ears. Shackles that none could hope to break glow beneath the heat which spreads itself wide and yet does not warm their prisoner. Prayers of all kinds are ignored as a kind of numbness sets in. A sort of finality takes hold of Mars and all that he is and once was is vanquished. Those who call for clemency bow their heads in submission as strange glints appear in their eyes. Destruction consumes itself and Jupiter falls into a dreamless slumber. Vitality returns to the one who was once trapped as all is remade and in silence all is restored forever more.
  5. Some of you may remember that 2 years ago I was in a less than good place. I had been thrown out of Law School in the first of what would become a long journey. I owed 20,000+ dollars in student loans, had no stable source of income, and was terrified that I was not going to be able to pay it off. I was convinced that I would be trapped for a long long time. Over time payment by payment I managed to chip away. Today the last payment went through. After 2 years I'm debt free and a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. Thank you everyone who has been there for me both old friends and new!!!
  6. I'm going to post this on the good news thread as well,  but I wanted to start here. Some of you may remember that 2 years ago I was in a less than good place. I had been thrown out of Law School in the first of what would become a long journey. I owed 20,000+ dollars in student loans, had no stable source of income, and was terrified that I was not going to be able to pay it off. I was convinced that I would be trapped for a long long time. Over time payment by payment I managed to chip away. Today the last payment went through. After 2 years I'm debt free and a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. 

    Thank you everyone who has been there for me both old friends and new!!!

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    2. Truthless of Shinovar

      Truthless of Shinovar

      Woo-hoo! Nath that’s amazing!

    3. Channelknight Fadran

      Channelknight Fadran

      I'd hug you, but my arms are super sore and I'd probably hurt myself in the process...

      Who the scud am I kidding.

      HUGS

    4. Scarletfox
  7. Exhaustion and pain burn away and brand me. Rage explodes as the bursting of a dam releasing a howl that shakes my mindscape. The beast grabs me and imprisons me behind jagged walls of glass. In a whirlwind of burning light I emerge from the mindscape. Those wickedly curved blades from before appear in my hands. In a dance of fury the swords lash out. In my right white hot heat catches flesh while the cold of the deepest touch of fear sunders spirits. Hands of winds violently grab Psyder's troops and throw them away from the Fox by my command. A blinding bolt of lightning that turns darkness into a field of silvery light flies down toward where Psyder stands.
  8. I sigh. Those winds which had waited were now strike fast. They encircle the fox and become ever denser until it is immobilized completely. With what remain of my speed I lunge forward and place my hands on the barrier which parts and allows me to touch the fiery fox. "If you want revenge then come and retrieve it." My form flickers before I vanish into the ruins of my mindscape. A gate for the Fox to enter forms.
  9. I force myself to stay calm. My eyes betray none of the weakness that is saturating my flesh. The winds gather to me whispering. They surround us hiding our words from those who hide. Further gusts wait to strike if needed. The beast within struggles to get free and sinks knives into my every joint and organ to force me to relinquish control. Coldly I slap it down. "How eons shape the memories of ancients. You were one of the first that the prison claimed. I know how you must have been consumed by dreams of vengeance. This warped your recollection. I the young hunter and destroyer did not promise you anything more than imprisonment. I don't deny my betrayal as one immortal to another. The ancient ones had me as their weapon. On their behalf I threw my own wife into that prison of prisons. We are not allies nor friends. However, what have I to gain now by telling you lies. The prison walls have shattered. What would I send you back to? I don't need you to trust that I am going to do anything more than keep you from my enemies. Destroy me if you wish. You are not so much the fool that you would distrust the one being who who knows full well the weight on eons."
  10. "I would offer these things to you. I cannot pretend to be your friend. We know that I bound you. I was young and a fool. As allies we can this moment act with wisdom." Much of the beast falls away as I force it to flee. "I have lost much and emerged different. The ancient gods are no longer my kin. These who hide would make you theirs. This I cannot allow." Something bordering on emotion fills my voice.
  11. Step by step I approach the fox. I dismiss the blades. "I would reach an accord. They are my enemy save for the woman who challenges you. I will free you from this world if you come with me. They would use your power to crush their enemies. I will find a world for you. I locked you away in the past. I am wiser now and so are you!" My voices reaches out over the winds that I have called.
  12. I take the flame head on without even flinching. The heat melts around me. Every fiber of my being feels the force of its attack, but I don't care. I step forward and raise my head in challenge. "Do you remember me? I jailed you and now I would remove you from this place." The tongue of the ancient gods rings out from my moth. Guttural words fly as arrows from my throat.
  13. The beast emerges in full. Lust for violence appears in my eyes. I easily keep pace with Psyder and his gang of fools. In silence I call waves of light about me. Beneath my feet the earth turns to ice. Thunderheads crash above us and winds begin to sing a violent song.
  14. A growl threatens to rise up, but I suppress it. The beast crawls from the depths of my soul to the surface. Energy pours off of me. In the distance a voice calls out to me. I don't respond to Vale right away. Instead, I grab onto his shoulder and latch onto my bond with Fox. "Hold on Daughter." My voice takes on a slight grow. "Like this." A pillar of light swallows me and carries me toward the voice made of raw power. In an instant I appear in a blinding pillar of light on a burning landscape. I sag slightly and then I see Psyder and Herate. This time a growl escapes my throat and I make my way over to them. Wicked curved blades of light appear in my hands. @Tesh @Scarletfox Circestran gasps as she senses something change in Nath.
  15. If only it were not so. Poetry is a rather lonely niche. I find that even my own relatives don't understand what it is or why it is that I write. However, as you have said mindset is a large part of it. Perhaps my writing and discussing poetry with others can change the conversation. Well then somebody who is a real expert should find a way to put a book together. How is it possible maintain an optimistic outlook about ones work after being repeatedly rejected?
  16. I'm glad for that fact and thank you!
  17. In any case hope that this thread ends up being helpful. When and if you find the notebook or even if you just come up with poems on the fly feel free to bring them here. If I am as good as some sharders think then I have to put my skills to good use.
  18. I try to help as best I can. There are worse things than going a syllable over.
  19. Spontaneous works. When you find the poetry notebook you can ask about them should you wish to. Let it be noted that Haiku is my least favorite type of poetry so be kind to my comments. As a minor note the first haiku's middle line is one syllable too many. The textured images of the haiku are very evocative. I can hear the breathing, see the motion of the ears, and can take in the color of the fur. I can sense the love. Now the only thing that might throw off the reader is the way that the second poem relies on a knowledge of the first. Overall enjoyable Haiku overall.
  20. Don't. Your presence will add immeasurably to this thread!!
  21. Oh well. Then nice on the advice!
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