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

Image found at jmd3.cghub.com.

Image found at jmd3.cghub.com.

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.

Blitzcrank

Image found at www.lolpro.com.

Image found at http://www.lolpro.com.

Blitzcrank

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?

Gravok

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Image found at joshseb05.deviantart.com.

Gravok

***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.

“Gravok”

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.

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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.

Sword Catchers

Sword Catchers

Born of magic, forged in secret.

Eaters of steel, slayer of men.

Feared by all, hunted by the crown.

Ancient and wrathful, Navok’s forgotten heirs.

Impervious to blades, unstoppable when enraged.

Less than human, more than a beast.

Wild and ravenous, they seek the feast.

by Nicholas Byrley

Magical beasts created to eat metal as well as flesh and are always hungry, sounds like fantasy to me. This started out as another story fragment and developed into a poem about a monster. I like the way it came out. Its not something I’d want to have a random encounter with, anyway.

Sorry to everyone(especially myself) for a lack of a post yesterday. Been a crazy week already when events yesterday. Really had to focus on my husband and familial stuff. But, I continue to write. One day does not a failure make. So I will keep at it, and keep posting. Hope everyone enjoys the poem, let me know what you think.

Dragonslayer

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Image found at brainticket.com.

Dragonslayer

I am the unknown champion,

a mercenary of sorts by trade.

My foe breathes an unquenchable flame,

their mouths hide a legion of daggers.

Demon wings hold them aloft,

deadly talons ever ready to snatch their prey.

Still a fight I bring to their mountain dens,

human cunning versus dragon might.

I fight in honor of Princesses and kingdoms wronged,

of  livestock slain and villages burned.

With lance, bow, and axe my war rages,

victory or death my ultimate wages.

by Nicholas Byrley

I gave dragons some love, so the people who slay them should get some love too. Nothing else tonight, too sleepy and I work tomorrow. Have a good night.

Dragons

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Image found at http://www.comicvine.com.

Dragons

Swift and deadly, the embodiment of reptilian grace.

Clothed in scale, gifted with wing, fang, and claw.

Prey to none, predator to all that catches their eye.

They are the kings of the sky, rulers of mountains.

Hoarders of gold, collectors of fabulous treasures.

Noble beast and savage creature, they are one and the same.

by Nicholas Byrley

I failed badly, twice in a row now. I fell asleep without writing last night, and then just now I wrote a post and lost it all. Le sigh. But, I shall persevere. Here is a poem about dragons to make up for the damage my nemesis(sleep) caused.

Dragons are such a fascinating topic, especially in books. I have seen them as beasts of war in series like Temeraire or Bazil Broketail, then as astral entities in Dragonships. Traditional fantasy dragons in the Age of Fire, or guardians and protectors in Dragonlance and Dragonriders of Pern. The list could go on and on, I’ll cut it short there. They offer almost limitless potential and there is an existing bond between dragons and world culture as it is.

Something about the scaly beasts just draw us in. Whether they are good or evil, cunning or slow. Dragons simply attract people, even those not normally drawn to fantasy or sci-fi. You can find images of dragons in almost all cultures, with a variety of personalities associated with them. Its no wonder they show up all the time in books, games, and movies. When I finally write some fantasy stories of my own I think it will be hard to resist the siren call of the dragons.

As always, let me know what you think. And as a side note, I love the picture for this one. Nicol Bolas(featured above) was one of my favorite cards in MtG.