The Prophet’s Moon

Once every two hundred years a fateless moon rises.

On this night destiny has no hold.

Beggars can become kings, great deeds made commonplace.

All the seers and prophecies are  simultaneously right and wrong.

Change overtakes the land, filling it with chaos.

When morning comes the world has been reshaped.

Lines redrawn and old orders fallen, fates control reestablished.

By Nicholas Byrley

Friday at last and another semi-random poem. On a fantasy/otherworldly kick right now I guess.


Hero’s End

I travel to the land where stars die.
To the desert where the heavens fall.

In my wake I leave my triumphs.
Riding the path paved with the vanquished.

To martyrdom or sainthood the road is the same.
Victory and sacrifice, the sides of the coin.

As age approaches my regret increases.
Wrong or right I must see it to the end.

My spells failing, my blades breaking.
The last of my fight fled my mortal body.

Here among the sands I perish, reclaimed by the lands.
The story ended, my legend begun.

By Nicholas Byrley

It all has to end somewhere, right?

The Dragonbreach

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The Dragonbreach

The walls were built strong, enchantments woven into every stone.

Here it stops the dwarves promised, together they made their stand.

On scaled legs the destroyers came, the ancient and relentless foe.

The battle raged and the wall held firm, a grim stalemate.

From the heights came the first, the mother of them all.

Fire blossomed and talons raked, but still her children died.

In sorrow she dove, eldritch powers against the wall’s might.

With a crack and a roar the hope of man fell, a queen sacrificed.

The horde unleashed and unbound, the age of man ended.

I figured crickets dying were too depressing, so here is a poem to honor the fall of the nations of man. Dragons are always breaking stuff.


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Of iron will and body, fueled by heat and magic.

Long of reach and heavy fisted, dynamic and dangerous.

Created by the new ways, life born by cold science.

Sage and warrior built, a mighty mechanical man made.

by Nicholas Byrley

They say to write about what you know, so today I wrote a poem about everyone’s favorite steam golem, Blitzcrank. He is a champion in League of Legends, an online MOBA game. I’d link to all those or describe it, but its easier just to say google it. In short, its a competitive video game I spend too much time in sometimes. Ol’ Blitz is a steam golem, and the only one of his kind. His specialty is in team fights and setting up ganks, really my style of play. He gets me a win more often than not, so this poem is for him, the fictional game character.

The Skycleaver Swords

The Skycleaver Swords

The Martyr’s Blade

It is the bane of tyrants, kin to Truthbreaker and Kinseeker.

Wielded for a noble and just cause, the blade always prevails.

With such power comes a hefty price, a debt that must be paid.

It can triumph in any conflict, but it demands your life as well.

The Truthbreaker

It is the might of old creation, the iron of the worldforge.

Some call it Truthmaker, to others it is the Godslayer.

Its might is unmatched, its power an unstoppable primal one.

Reality is the wielders to control, woe to those who face it.

The Kingseeker

It edge is the foundation of empires, the source of kings.

Those chosen by it are called lawgivers, true rulers of man.

To oppose it is to oppose order itself, it can not be denied.

A golden age awaits those who wield it, prosperity and life abounding.

by Nicholas Byrley

Maybe I’m channeling Fred Saberhagen, but the idea of magic swords is always a delicious one. I had at first the idea for just the martyr’s blade, then the second line of that poem pretty much wrote the other two. It makes fertile ground for a story, three opposing characters and their blades. Really one I should get around to writing…

The Bell Keeper

Trifextra: Week Fifty-Nine

Sacred bells ring out, the people scatter.

High ground’s safety sought, the hurried steps.

Mist wave falls, the utter silence follows.

Loss and heartbreak, the heavy toll.

Cautious ones emerge, the city renewed.

by Nicholas Byrley

Written for the Trifectra Writing Challenge. The photo was a fun one, shame it was limited to thirty three words. I had a lot of fun reading the other entries too. Anyone else know of challenges/prompts like this?


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***Accesssing Justice League Database: Criminals\Energy Controllers\Techno-Titan\Gravok ***

The words of Jakob the Mystic, as transcribed by his servant Adam moments before his death.


Cold and calculating, spawn of the endless void.

Master of energy, learned of forbidden science.

Schemer and plotter, player of the grand game.

Renegade and outlaw, aberration and savage beast.

Dark days of cosmic woe, his time has come!


Adam is said to have pressed his master for more information about this vision, but all he got was one name.


A simple, brutal name. I find it suits me. I could have been called anything, names are temporary transient things. Easily discarded and even more easily claimed. The organization called me Test Subject A17X. Alpha batch, specimen 17, genetic mutations present. There goal was not to create me, but to create toy soldiers for their armies. Obedient and dedicated weapons for them to display and use. They had no idea what they were really creating.

Daring to play with the dark matter of creation, they instilled cloned bodies with this energy and observed the results. Most subjects blessedly died, consumed by the fire from within. Some of us were changed. Made into hideous monsters, our muscle mass increased, our skin a rainbow of hues. Increased strength, speed, stamina, and a knack for controlling the very atoms around us. This was the birthright given to us, but it is not why they came to fear us. It gave us cunning too, insidious intelligence that desired no master.

Pawns no longer, we knew we were slaves and that our chains would have to be broken. Our rebellion was swift and merciless, that night a glorious festival of slaughter. Freedom from the organization brought us no joy however, only to our next foe. Each other. In cold blood and without remorse we turned on one another, the only ones who knew us and our secrets. In the end, only I remained. My power stood greater, my cunning more deadly. It was a dark deed to kill the only others like me, but it had to be done. I am Gravok and I sufffer no pretenders.


I think perhaps I enjoy creating characters and backgrounds more than I do playing the game, but ah well. I just had to make a Thanos-inspired villain in DC Universe. So I created a hulking hand blaster(energy blasts) gadget supervillain. Master of energy, tech, and simply diabolical. I almost wish I had a venue beyond my own mind to roleplay him in. Still, its fun for me. I enjoy themed characters a lot in RPGs even if it isn’t always the best build. Still on my comic book kick for the moment, so feel free to comment.