Good Night

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Krem, Aug 17, 2010.

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  1. Krem

    Krem Well-Known Member

    The elves' song has ended
    The dwarves' forge is cold
    The gnomes' machines are unmoving
    The minoataurs' sails are flaccid
    The dragons' fire has burnt out
    And the human spirit has been quenched.

    The sky is a black blanket
    The wind is unmoving
    The earth is cold
    And the forest is silent.

    The wizards' tower is dim
    The cities of folk are still
    The beasts of the wild are nowhere to be found
    And the ocean's surface is flat.

    Not a single star shines bright
    The bonfire's embers have gone cold
    The torches' glow is no more
    The sun has faded, and moon is dead.

    The Crimson King has stopped his howling
    The Dark Lord's lidless eye searches no longer
    Nuitari's black moon is nowhere to be seen
    And even Thoth-Amon has stopped his schemes.

    There is no sound to be heard
    No sight to be seen
    Darkness covers all lands
    And the living have fled to safety.

    There is nothing left to do
    The world is grey
    The mountain's old
    The forge's fire
    Is ashen cold.
  2. Krem

    Krem Well-Known Member

    Although some might say I stole some lines, it's more of a homage/reference. (Just before someone says that I'm claiming to have made them.)
  3. Things

    Things Well-Known Member

    I'm sorry, I don't what you're making a reference too. I don't read much poetry outside the internet.

    Your words paint a vivid picture! I can just imagine the fire as they die out in the cold, as the colors drain from the world. A dark, but great work! :)
  4. Krem

    Krem Well-Known Member

    Neither do I. It's from fantasy books. :)
  5. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Glad to see you're into King Crimson.

  6. Krem

    Krem Well-Known Member

    I'm not, never heard of them, had to google them.
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