Tainted Light
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She awoke to the sound of the sparkling sea
The sun of the face of this Celestian dame
A Paladin she was determined to be
One of strength, of honour, and fame

She took her broadsword in her left hand
Her tower shield held in her right
In a suit of gleaming plate armour she’d stand
A proud warrior of the Light.

For today was her first true battle as one
The Tainted advanced on Delport
Her comrades found their assignment quite fun
Warfare a game, slaughter a sport

They marched down the highway to the village
They’d reach it before Magnagora
They’d obliterate them to halt the pillage
Pure destruction, like ancient Magnora.

By noon, she took her first steps past the bridge
As an Aquamancer set a demesne
The cool, shallow water always made her cringe
She knew not why, she couldn’t explain

The Tainted army came just before dusk
She’d been told it was a mass of sin
Now her piety seemed merely a husk
Containing the bloodlust within

The Paladins rushed to fight zealously
Light against Taint, it seemed
Yet both sides fought equally hellishly
As the bloody steel weapons gleamed

The girl found herself in a private clash
Against an Ur’Guard in midnight black armour
He was a skilled opponent, he parried each slash
But was likewise unable to harm her

“Die, scum!” she cried in a violent rage,
Then finally she began to see.
All she stood for was but a cage
Imprisoning her with hypocrisy

She gazed in the eyes behind the man’s helm
And longed for the freedom within
She saw the weakness of the Supernals’ realm
And longed to embrace Nil’s sin.

The Celestian girl cast off her plate mail
She embraced her bewildered foe
Swiftly lifted his helmet, unable to fail
And gave him a kiss, soft and slow.

The shocked Viscanti breathed Tainted gas
Seeking to drive her away
But through the girl’s veins all of it would pass
Making the Taint there to stay

Inhaling every last bit of the plume,
The girl gave nary a cough
Inside her heart the Taint did bloom
Her weak form was shedding off

Thus the transformation began,
And continued on at great length,
The girl continued to kiss the man,
Embracing his Tainted strength.

She donned her armour and picked up her sword,
Her body now throbbed with power
She turned upon the Light and mercilessly gored
Forcing them all to cower.

Follow not the hypocrisy,
Of Celestia’s bloody lies
He who embraces the Taint shall see
That he who does not merely dies.
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Comments? I know it sucks,but it would be interesting for me to find out to what degree its suckitude extends.

I like it Trasse! It sounds epic, like a tale a troubador would sing. Next you can write one for Aym.

Very nice! I enjoyed it.

Hehe, I'll certainly try, Aym

It was okay, but, in comparison, it sarked.


In comparison to what, you might ask? Your avatar, of course.

For a long time, Trasse's motto was even "I casts the spells that makes the peoples fall down!"

....Have my children. Like, right now. On that table. Let's go.







And, in true spirit, I ask myself, "WWBMD?" And I realize, this calls for a cliched pick-up line. "Hey, Trasse, those robes look good on you. .......They'd look even better on my bedroom floor!"

*grin* + YO!

ugh... x.x

Erion if you had children with everyone I've seen you demand that service of your brood would be enough to fill a large African homosexual village.

Dear god I hope my children aren't gay. Then we'd be having problems - I mean, I know *I'M* dead sexy, and if all the people I ask to have my kids are half a sexy as I, we'll have sexy children. That'd be the first problem with filling an african village. The second problem would be that it would be more like Crastler's place, from Song of Ice and Fire - he sleeps with all his daughters.

It's pretty good, I really like the plotline it follows. Really poetic with hidden meanings and such. The only thing I saw wrong with it was it lacked rythm. But other than that, very good

I wouldn't say it lacked rhythm. I know little of poetry but there was definately rhythm to it as I read it.

It was there most of the time - although it wasn't uniform. Not to say that's a bad thing.

I dunno, maybe I didn't read it right or something, but I didn't see a lot myself. Seemed kind of choppy.

Yeah, I'm with Crylia on this one, that's one of the things I can never get a feel for in poems. Maybe I should stop trying to contrive a definitive rhyme pattern for a while and focus more on rhythmic free-verse.

You actually USED the proper pronunciation of demesne?

Yes, that's one thing I was happy about too. Good job. I seriously want to cringe when I hear people say DEM-ES-NE.

*hugs Dictionary.com* I actually looked it up because I wanted to know what the word meant in non-Lusternian context. Learned the correct pronunciation in the process