|Probably the most acclaimed poem I have written, it is my personal favorite and it highly applies to who I am.|
Fateful ReunionWar had dragged on, despair ran rampant throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Five long years of death and destruction had destroyed the lives of thousands. Children turned to orphans, wives turned into widows, husbands with no families left, fields burned, villages and towns pillaged. It was only in the sixth year of fighting did the lords of the seven kingdoms finally come together, not as foes, but as equals whose kingdoms had all had enough suffering. They met on the steeps of Mount Gefterdain in a grove of olive trees, this council lasted for five weeks, and at long last, there was peace between the kingdoms once more.Fateful Reunion by Bloodrebel
Rorick Hayden was a lieutenant in the King’s cavalry, he had left his beloved wife when the call to arms had first been sounded, promising to her that he would return soon. But that was five years ago now.
The city looked as though it had been abandoned by all color, that was Rorick's first thought as he and his fellows rode through the city gates, he remembered the
Of BattlingSmoke and fire dotted the horizon, the harsh rumble of battle in the distance, the cries of men fighting for their lives, but on the cliffs above the field of battle an unnatural calm had settled upon two opposing men. Thunder rumbled and lightning sparked across the blackening skies, the light patter of rain striking the dry ground arose. It was as if a stage had been set and it was simply waiting for actors to begin the final scene...Of Battling by Bloodrebel
It had come down to this, one last meeting. The two figures circled each other, one matching the other, step by step. Two predators hunting the same prey, come to face one another at long last... The wind had come up, howling across the fields, rain soaked into the two, yet none of these factors came into play, for all was calm between the two...
The two knew that only one of them would step away from this cliff, that one of them must suffer defeat here, there would be no more stand stills, no more draws. Here, now, only one victory was possible. Death
A Dozen Men“This is ridiculous!” George bellowed. He slammed his mug down on the countertop, spraying the aged wood with splinters and flecks of froth.A Dozen Men by Bowtothedrow
Half of the men in the tavern knew George well. The other half had never seen him before in their lives. But every man, local or outsider, had no doubt in their mind that the bear of the man was a miner.
The profession had come to characterize George. It wasn’t just work: it was his heart and soul. A man could see it in him – and not just in his honed arms or powerful upper body. The mountain itself seemed to have imprinted on him, sanding down his personality and voice until they were as gravely as the rock he mined.
The brute was intimidating enough at a distance. For those that got too close, he was borderline nightmarish. For those that provoked him, he was deadly.
The thin, wiry man had done just that. Yet for someone on death row he was all but frightened: if anything, he was amused.
“This,” the messenger
My name is Dempsey Oliver. I love to Role play, write, and take photo's. I'm currently in high school. I play American Football and I'm an avid chess player and fisherman. I love listening to music, especially TwoStepsFromHell. I aim to join the Military after high school.|
Current Residence: Clifton, ME
Favourite genre of music: Classical, Country, Metal, Classic Rock
Operating System: Windows 7
Favourite cartoon character: Elmer Fud
Personal Quote: Victory and Defeat are both a state of mind.
What is in a day?
What does a birthday mean?
Is it not just another day?
Just another day,
That begins another year,
In a life that is lived by only one person?
What makes a birthday so special?
Do we not expect to survive to the next year?
Do we really expect that a celebration,
To signify the lasting of another year,
Should be of great concern?
That living another year in your life,
Is something that needs celebration?