[Poetry] My Archive of terrible rhymes.

[Stargate525]

I thought I'd share this. It's a poem I finished for my creative writing class (we have to do ten), which I thought you guys might like.

The Black Eagle's Song

Tension lies thick in the air,
though the players don't quite seem to care.
The chick of the Eagle
lies dead, cold, and regal,
and the mourners all shout 'gainst the Bear.

The Black Eagle poked the Bear sleeping,
a Bear not content with its keeping.
Roused and awake,
plans it did make,
of some sport that they called Eagle-Reaping.

The Black Eagle looked and it eyed
its foes around every last side.
The Lion at sea,
the Bear bourgeois,
it swooped at the Rooster, Bear's ally.

What ensued would be best called a cockfight,
a battle to see who would be right.
A fight between birds,
fitted with spurs,
but these spurs, they were new and could bite.

The Lion was grazed by the Eagle,
in an action that was quite illegal.
The Lion marched forth
from its island up north
to war stripped of everything regal.

The war, it continued this way,
for years, several months, and a day.
The Bear was Red, bloodied,
the Rooster, quite sullied,
The Lion and Eagle, filleted.

But then from the west came another,
who considered the Lion a brother.
A ship of his, sank,
the preceding, rank.
An Eagle to fight 'gainst the other.

The White Eagle linked with its peers
and fought for not even two years.
A treaty was forged,
rose Black Eagle's gorge
and set up some painful arrears.

And there lies the Black Eagle's Song,
in lim'rick, some nine stanzas long.
How treaty and fear,
and secrets quite dear,
made the world wonder what had gone wrong.

[SA]

That's hardly an archive, you cheapskate.

MOAR! For my poesy-belly rumbles.

[Stargate525]

Okay, okay...

Diffedare

A man there was.

An average man, as men do tend to be:
not overly strong, and heavy,
reckoned for intellect among his peers,
Easily charmed, swayed o'er by tears.
Of no uncommon stock, his lineage in every way
Unremarkable.

Beset he was, one day long ago
by a fearsome dragon, a draco.
Strong of arm and strong in self-haught,
a fearful creature, sent by those without thought.
Colored he was, in patterns of green and yellow;
the dragon Diffedare.

Small he was, and fast.
Invisible to others, he latched
onto his back. There he clung for years;
preying on hopes, building his fears.
Fat he grew, and smug, firmly planted
his place in this boy's mind.

As this boy grew
so too
did Diffedare. Consuming all
good he made, everything he could call
with hands and mind and speech and heart
and turn it to weapons against him.

The boy became a man in full time
and went away to learn in his years of prime
to a far land, far from his home.
There, he studied with others who shone
to him. In whose shadow he was unworthy
to stand.

Yet, to his surprise, and to his fear,
they took him as their equal, clear.
'But you are better than I!' Cried he,
'I'm not the equal to you, can you not see
even that?' But they smiled, and laughed, and
made him one of their own.


A man there is.

A strengthened man, as men often are
when with friends. Said by peers to be far
and away above the common pick,
as they themselves were. Clever and quick
and of mind far rare, said they, in every way
Remarkable.

Embarked he then, one day bare passed
to slay his foe who had stuck fast
to his back these many years. Armed and clad
with glistening metal. His sword, Filidad,
in his hand, he marched through field of green to fight
the dragon Diffedare.

Strong he was, and not alone.
For into his cloak had been sewn
the voices of his allies, his friends.
A cloak of kinship, could withstand the rends
of Diffedare. Spoke it thus: 'We know you;
and thou art good.'

Fought he then, thus armed
against his Diffedare. Long the battle, and harmed
he was, his cloak tattered with self-doubt
brought by the mighty dragon's clout
against the man's mind, though his claws
blunted by stroke of sword.

None can walk those fields of green
out to the battle, shrouded by a sheen
of smoke and steam. The battle is his,
for him to loose or prevail, and of this
his friends care not. They always join to fight
his Dragon.

Diffedare.