callumrice
09-03-2007, 07:42 AM
A Poem,
Whirr, Clunk.
The harsh glow of blue-ray beamed,
Piercing the cold dark smog,
But a minute passes,
Scouring, surveying, sensing.
Tick, Tick, Tick,
Fast, skimming flat and rock alike,
Racing through rubble.
Quick, Quick, mission as at hand,
Team, work as a team.
One leaps, Two sureveys, Three, Slingshot.. cutting the air,
Silently, swiftly they scuttle.
They were made for this.
Closing in, mission almost complete,
In position, enemies their master will defeat.
Clunk; click,
Video-relay activated,
All they see, I can see.
I smile, an assuring smile, confident.
Once again the pack of speedy scouts
Justified their worth.
For I am a Steampunk sorcerer
And you will acknowledge my greatness,
Lest you will be tracked by my pack of surveillance servants,
And downed.
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Weird? Or not bad?
I was inspired by Mattys story and decided I would have a go myself. Im ok at short stories but much better at poetry. Or certainly, I used to be. Its been a fair few years since I attempted it so I know its not great but its got potential. Only worked on it for 30 mins or so, certain parts need worked on but you get the idea, hopefully!
Its a poem on the arachnid swarm. How they work, what they do. If its well received then I will do more, I can pick another Wyrd character and continue. Tell me your thoughts anyway guys.
(NB. I know poetry is a "womany" thing but its certainly one thing I am good at! If it aint well received its cool, Ill carry on posting pics of my mediocre painting skills, your choice! which is the lesser of the two evils I hear you ask!!)
Whirr, Clunk.
The harsh glow of blue-ray beamed,
Piercing the cold dark smog,
But a minute passes,
Scouring, surveying, sensing.
Tick, Tick, Tick,
Fast, skimming flat and rock alike,
Racing through rubble.
Quick, Quick, mission as at hand,
Team, work as a team.
One leaps, Two sureveys, Three, Slingshot.. cutting the air,
Silently, swiftly they scuttle.
They were made for this.
Closing in, mission almost complete,
In position, enemies their master will defeat.
Clunk; click,
Video-relay activated,
All they see, I can see.
I smile, an assuring smile, confident.
Once again the pack of speedy scouts
Justified their worth.
For I am a Steampunk sorcerer
And you will acknowledge my greatness,
Lest you will be tracked by my pack of surveillance servants,
And downed.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Weird? Or not bad?
I was inspired by Mattys story and decided I would have a go myself. Im ok at short stories but much better at poetry. Or certainly, I used to be. Its been a fair few years since I attempted it so I know its not great but its got potential. Only worked on it for 30 mins or so, certain parts need worked on but you get the idea, hopefully!
Its a poem on the arachnid swarm. How they work, what they do. If its well received then I will do more, I can pick another Wyrd character and continue. Tell me your thoughts anyway guys.
(NB. I know poetry is a "womany" thing but its certainly one thing I am good at! If it aint well received its cool, Ill carry on posting pics of my mediocre painting skills, your choice! which is the lesser of the two evils I hear you ask!!)