Dan's Poetry

[Dakarne]

Some of this is fan poetry, some of it is not... it's just a random collection of poems I've come up with for prophecies, storylines and what not...

By darkness they dwell
Mistaken for the undead
Narrowly escaping hell
With ideas in their heads.

Underneath Shar's night
A mage's final warning
They inspire one's fright
Not one elf is mourning

Many cities fell to Earth
'Cept one, still flying high
After their latest rebirth
They refuse to fully die

Despite most of their power having gone
A world still has scars of what they've done.

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Hair crimson like a sunset
Her eyes glow with fires of hell
Something has made this girl upset
And one knows it won’t bode well

Her wings wrap around like a cloak
Upon her brow two horns poke out
Both with the shade of darker oak
She is not human, with no doubt

A devilish smile on her features
By the gods, she wears it all day
She has bested all her teachers
She is called the Daemonfey

So why don’t you fear this one
It won’t be long, ‘til all’s undone

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Standing there in a loose white dress
Staring at the stars with child’s wonder
Her hair’s all loose, all made a mess
Not that many people truly love her

Her eyes are like grey-green almonds
Her dark hair falls down loose and free
She’s pretty, making men lose their minds
There’s more to her than that, you’ll see

Lightning crackles at her fingertips
To slay creatures vile and evil
Magic words, spoken from her lips
Defeat the whispers of devils

I’m sure to say she’s not normal
But not one who’ll damn us all

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Dwelling in the depths of darkness
Drinking from our mortal lifeblood
If we shall reveal their sickness
We will suffer their immortal flood

They attack with fang and claw
Spilling blood of the innocent
From us they elicit such awe
But to hell, their victims are sent

The weakness of them is clear
Bright light to obscure vision
Noise deafens what they hear
But their fangs make an incision

It takes a stake through their heart
In the end, to defeat their black arts

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Searching for lost vengeance
He’d kill you. Indeed he would.
You don’t have a chance.

Teeth sink into your throat
Each of them quite sharp
Leaves your body in the moat
You’re denied the angel’s harp

He is not alone, not the worst
He isn’t really the strongest
Nor by any means the first
He’s even close to the rest

But even you, good hunter I can tell
Has wound up being damned to hell

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Endless, immortal and now old
He, with his ever-changing face
Has faced evil, and stayed bold
But he is only the last of his race

Little more than a man of science
He’s seen the beginning, the end
Everything betwixt that and since
In a box that he’s unable to mend

Facing that which evokes our fear
He travels through time and space
Suddenly appearing there and here
His twin hearts beat at faster pace

Who is this man, this benefactor?
They only ever call him ‘Doctor’.

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You'll notice a recurrence of a loose adaptation of the sonnet form, maybe... fourteen lines works for me.

[Dakarne]

In escaping your own death
You went to hide your mind
So that you still draw breath
In a watch you’ll never wind

Your escape isn’t one eternal
Your return is needed soon
When an evil so very infernal
Arises on the next full moon

Open the old watch, my dear
Gaze into its soft golden glow
And you have nothing to fear
It’s this fact you need to know

I leave you this useful rhyme
So you regain mastery of time