Re: I am a bard
Arckon;89788 said:
I have a request for you
and If what you say is true
Can you make me a poem of true evil about me
and if not a will sing insults onto thee
Will you take up my challenge, or ignore
and ignore , I do emplore
for you will be come truest evil if this is done
Just give up, for I already won.
Already won, already won?
The battle I'm afraid is only begun,
For this bard has an arsenal of ideas at hand,
Just cop a squat and listen to the band,
Playing their tune like that of a lark,
A beautiful, bountiful tone to all that hark,
But soon shall turn this tide,
And with the darkness it will abide,
For let me spin a tale of my own,
With a bit of a different tone,
For there is yet evil in all life,
Through easy struggle and bitter strife,
But through it all will I triumph still,
For I go with the light's will...
Arckon of the glade,
Arckon the dismayed,
Arckon the dark and mysterious,
And Arckon the quite curious,
From the place where shadows hail,
And where never wanes the blackened gale,
Live by the night and slay the day,
And never follow the most-traveled on way,
For down the road that leads him astray,
He goes, for his mind is not so easy to sway,
Black and shrouded in the dark's embrace,
And with an evil smirk on his face,
He skulks until the dawn is near,
And instills in his foes a bitter fear,
For without a prayer the rest are,
And from aid they are too far,
He takes his chances as would one who gambles,
And has an act for talking like one who rambles,
Though every now and then,
Nine I'd give him out of ten,
For through it all, has he a spirit,
Though blackness touches it and is near it,
A quandry, a query, a fallen soul,
Too great has been his loss and toll,
But yet there are enemies at his door,
An overwhelming force he can't ignore,
For when it is well time to take up his blade,
Across his foes' necks it will be laid,
Wandering in an empty void,
With him the rest have toyed,
Until there is nothing left to do,
But to forget the old and move onto the new,
A man on the run, a fugitive of sorts,
Is he a begger or a king among lords,
For his status seems at times unknown,
By those who've shunned him on his own,
For the darkness is at times in solitude,
And can interpret in all a sour mood,
For never was there a villain that was,
With joy and happiness abuzz,
But all in all, there is an underlying morality,
Whether it be derived from craziness or insanity,
That wherever you are in your travels,
The truth will always be unraveled,
And will live on the dream,
Of all those who have in their eyes to deem,
What is wrong and what is right,
And whether to stand back or join the fight,
But for our man Arckon here,
Sipping heartily and spreading the cheer and beer,
Perhaps evil is only a notion,
A movement without a motion,
For while evil on the outside he may look,
But never was there a better bard the title that took...
