It was no secret what had become of Count Wyrzucik's beloved wife, though few of the villagers dared speak of it. They feared the Count and his obsessive devotion to his wife, for he considered any word spoken against her criminal. Still, if one listened to the hushed whispers spoken in the tavern, where ale and mead numbed the fear of the Count, one could hear of the terror that lurked beneath the Count's manor. Those who had glimpsed it spoke of a creature with chitin and fur that walked on many clawed feet.
Every week, the Count would order his men to bring five villagers, each of whom he would accuse of a crime. After a brief farce of a
An introduction to Miazgatzar. by TheSlimeKing, literature
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An introduction to Miazgatzar.
*Preface- This is my first Lore post, and I have no idea what I'm doing.*
Miazgatzar is the name of my fictional universe. It is divided into five structures that are each ruled over by five beings known as the Arcana. These aspects are:
Emptiness, which is based around concepts that are a lack of something. Examples include darkness, the cold, vacuums, the space between atoms, and silence. Emptiness is ruled over by the Arcana named Gulogni and his servents, the Yami.
Substance, which is based around concepts involving things physically existing, such as light, heat, color, sound, and matter. It is ruled by the Arcana known as Valtra and h
Ash falls down from the blackened sky
as people look up in wonder
searching for signs of rain or thunder
know not their deadly blunder
until they heard the battle cry
Beneath their feet, the demons stirred
after centuries, awake
the too the earth did quiver and shake
unleashed the fires of Satan's lake
along with his loathsome herd
The city then was thrown to war
as by hell it was attacked
flesh was torn, and skulls were cracked
rewards for the faith it sorely lacked
and then it was no more
Legends tell of the lords of light
that guard and keep us from the night
that breathed the stars into the sky
that watch us from the heaven's high
the ones we know as dragons
Keepers of the flames divine
bringers of the warm sunshine
who fight the dark and bitter cold
so say the tales and stories old
that speak of the ones called dragons
They are fierce, but also kind
no evil thoughts enter their minds
protectors of the weak and hopeless
a light of hope within the darkness
the noble beasts, the dragons
A sweltering cauldron of bile and filth
the bowel's exit, the sewer king's tilth
where the unkempt brutes go to slander and lie
where diction and reason go forth to die
Woe to those who travel there lightly
to walk amongst ghouls, gnarled, unsightly
and if they climb out, they too will lament
that wretched abyss of youtube comments
In the dark abyss it dwells
bound by heavy iron chains
locked away by ancient spells
knowing only endless pain
Once it walked the earth and sea
knowing happiness and song
Now it lives in misery
wondering what it did wrong
Practice poem: The Battlefield by TheSlimeKing, literature
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Practice poem: The Battlefield
A sea of chaos floods the field
the air roars with tumultuous sound
blades meet and clash with shield
blood spills and soaks the ground
as men for mercy cry out and plead
but in the battle, the words are drowned
and they left alone to bleed
their only fate, beneath a mound
Snow gently falls
upon a little town
where all the the children, big or small
sleep without a sound
The hearths were adorned
with wreaths and with stockings
and cookies and popcorn
awaited as offering
far up in the sky
there sat in a sleigh
a little fat guy
from a land far away
his suit was bright red
his beard was snow white
he'd come there to spread
joy and delight
he climbs down each chimney
with a sack full of toys
to be place beneath a tree
for the goods girls and boys
and when he is done
he takes to the air
and soon he is gone
and none knew he was there
except for the children
who wake the next day
to find the gifts given
for the
The drums of war are made of powder
Heralding forth explosive showers
brought forth by great wings of death
as we hide with baited breath
We live our lives between the falls
ever dreading the siren's call
fearing always the German blasts
and that each day could be our last
Monster beneath the bed by TheSlimeKing, literature
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Monster beneath the bed
It hides in closets and under beds
just out of our sight
only poking out its head
when we turn out the light
"It isn't real" the adults say
yet we children all know better
Though it comes out not in light of day
at night it moves, unfettered
It haunts our dreams while we sleep
chasing us with claws or knives
laughing as we scream or weep
fearing for our lives
It takes a form that we most fear
be it ghost or clown
or else as one we love so dear
making us watch them burn or drown
Yet it isn't without weakness
even at the bleakest hour
for if we do not fear the darkness
then over us it has no power
It was no secret what had become of Count Wyrzucik's beloved wife, though few of the villagers dared speak of it. They feared the Count and his obsessive devotion to his wife, for he considered any word spoken against her criminal. Still, if one listened to the hushed whispers spoken in the tavern, where ale and mead numbed the fear of the Count, one could hear of the terror that lurked beneath the Count's manor. Those who had glimpsed it spoke of a creature with chitin and fur that walked on many clawed feet.
Every week, the Count would order his men to bring five villagers, each of whom he would accuse of a crime. After a brief farce of a
Ash falls down from the blackened sky
as people look up in wonder
searching for signs of rain or thunder
know not their deadly blunder
until they heard the battle cry
Beneath their feet, the demons stirred
after centuries, awake
the too the earth did quiver and shake
unleashed the fires of Satan's lake
along with his loathsome herd
The city then was thrown to war
as by hell it was attacked
flesh was torn, and skulls were cracked
rewards for the faith it sorely lacked
and then it was no more
Legends tell of the lords of light
that guard and keep us from the night
that breathed the stars into the sky
that watch us from the heaven's high
the ones we know as dragons
Keepers of the flames divine
bringers of the warm sunshine
who fight the dark and bitter cold
so say the tales and stories old
that speak of the ones called dragons
They are fierce, but also kind
no evil thoughts enter their minds
protectors of the weak and hopeless
a light of hope within the darkness
the noble beasts, the dragons
In the dark abyss it dwells
bound by heavy iron chains
locked away by ancient spells
knowing only endless pain
Once it walked the earth and sea
knowing happiness and song
Now it lives in misery
wondering what it did wrong
The drums of war are made of powder
Heralding forth explosive showers
brought forth by great wings of death
as we hide with baited breath
We live our lives between the falls
ever dreading the siren's call
fearing always the German blasts
and that each day could be our last
Just write a poem
It need not good, great, or divine
one simple verse will do you just fine
don't stress over meter, rhythm, or rhyme
they surely will come, just give them some time
Just write a poem
even if you get lost, confused, or stuck
try to push through and break free of the muck
finish the poem that you have begun
that's all that matters when all's said and done
Just write a poem
fear not the critic, nor carper, nor judge
self doubt is a swamp, through which you must trudge
doubt is a sickness that muddies the heart
let it not get in the way of your art
Waves battered the small ship of crooks
the winds howled a tumultuous roar
the pirates quivered, shivered and shook
longing to turn back to shore
Save captain Teach, who laughed at the squall
"Onward we sail! I fear not the sea!
We'll conquer this storm, or die one and all!
If that is our fate, so let it be!"
Alas his had not his valor
and trembled at the ocean's wrath
for so they feared its awesome power
they chose to walk the traitor's path
In secret they schemed and plotted
seeking to end their awful strife
and with shaking knees and stomachs knotted
they struck the captain with gun and knife
They slit his throat and shot his chest
then th
The fiend stared down at me
with evil, hungry eyes.
Not time to turn and flee
I'd soon meet my demise
I drew my sword and prayed
the gods to guide my hand
and with this holy blade
make safe my home, this land
The looming terror roared
no time to hesitate
And so, gripping my sword
I charged to meet my fate
The world stood still, save for the sky
The air hummed as nature went awry
In their huts, the people cowered
dreading now, their final hour
From heaven came the Seraphim
Come to earth to judge all sin
A head of iron, six wings of fire
A voice so like the muse's lyre
It sang in eldritch language and tune
"Repent of your sins, or meet your doom."
But the people of earth dared not speak out
Fear clouded their minds, their hearts filled with doubt
And seeing not a soul that cared to repent
the Aster above prepared their torment
unleashing a great, toxic squall
that choked the land and sickened all
In their huts the people pleaded
and hoped their
Sleipnir Chapter 21: Binds by TheSlimeKing, literature
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Sleipnir Chapter 21: Binds
Twilight stirred awake. She raised herself on one hoof and looked around the room. She was the first one to wake up. This was good; she would need time to figure out a way to reintroduce Fluttershy to Pinkamena. If all went well, Twilight would be able to slowly introduce the idea of being friends with a cannibal to Fluttershy. Or she would be able to dodge the conflict entirely and Fluttershy would never have to know. The latter option would probably be better.
She got up and began pacing around the room. Twilight’s mind buzzed with ways to protect what was left of Fluttershy’s innocence, and ways to get Pinkamena to pla