This is the Prestige A quick test of truths, A slick illusion at work. A promise of stable normality, Where no shadow of doubt can lurk. This is the pledge, said the magician to the man. This is the pledge! shouted with a flourish of the hand. I present to you one reality: One existence as proof. I promise you this! the devil cried, With a stomp of his hoof. He reached to his horn, And with oils did he anoint, Not only this appendage, But to his trick too, from solid base to simple point. And thus did he halt, And thus did he smile, This world had one fault, That was most dreadful and vile: This is the turn, said the magician to the man. This is the turn! shouted with a flourish of the hand. The devil did deceive, The humble man of life. For he brought to him an end: The man's death, by wicked knife. The twist of all changes, The devil did weave in his world. Death hath no soft embrace, No warm touch to naked body curled. The devil could deceive, The devil could convince. Yet he could not conceive, That one city of great providence: This is the prestige, said the man to the magician. This is the prestige! shouted with a flourish to the apparition. I present to you one revelation: One moment of finality! In heaven does man now reside, That is the true reality! He reached out to his god, Be it science or soul. And the magician was out-witted, For divinity was man's final goal. Write a semi-epic poem in ten minutes!!! Gogogo!!!
The rope snaps, the timber creaks, The wind howls, the surf screams Morn'n's light will shine soon, And still the thought remains. The bell rings its hollow peals, For those mourned, for those who aren't, For those who live, for those who die. And still the thought remains. Gone is the thunder, gone is the fire, Gone is the crashing of the steel. But smoke yet chokes the air. And still the thought remains. The wind will rise, the water will flow, The wounds will heal, the fissures, patched. The earth will spin, the stars will shine. But still the thought remains. But still the thought remains.
Well i wrote this in under ten minutes one day, but i did alot of grammatical work for one of my English classes. Tale of an Inquisitor (free verse/short epic) My name is Inquisitor Stuchov of the Inquisitional order of Malleus. I am nothing more than a humble tool to be used by our most holy Emperor, as he watches his majestic Imperium from the golden throne. My role, in this life, is a quite simple one; it is to root out corruption and heresy from the Emperor’s sight and deal justice to those who have fallen to vile temptations of chaos. This report details my latest mission from High command to investigate a possible heretical cult sighting on the hive world of Kaldesh four. A week after my arrival, my searching became fruitful and I had located the cult’s base of operations. My retinue of inquisitorial storm troopers and a local Imperial guard regiment was immediately dispatched at my command. Once all my forces had been assembled I readied myself for combat. I took a familiar case from one my aids and opened the top; there I removed the sanctified bolt pistol and chain sword. When I finished my preparation, I recited a holy litany for the troops and then began the attack. Multiple door and wall breaches occurred simultaneously, creating a deafening shockwave to all those without protection. As quickly as the shockwave passed the troops and myself had entered the building, and I dreaded what I saw there. From the markings upon the wall and the blood splattered idols, I knew this was a cult of Khorne the blood god. Then I spotted a cultist pulling himself off the floor, temporarily dazed from the blast. They quickly regained their wits when they saw that the Emperor’s subjects had discovered them. With Khorne’s traditional battle cry of “Blood for the blood god” flying from their lips, they engaged myself and the guardsmen in hand to hand. My grip tightened upon the pommel of the chain sword as its teeth roared to life, disemboweling the closest cultist while a round from the bolt pistol decapitated one further to my right. I gained a small second of leisure in the battle and I took that time to observe the battle around me. A storm trooper was using his hell gun to parry the knife blows from cultist, eventually the trooper surged forward knocking the cultist off balance. While on his back the trooper unloaded his clip into the cultist’s face and chest, and then ran off to fight another. In the corner, I noticed a trio of guardsmen had been cornered by a group of cultists. The lead guardsman was using his bayonet as combat knife slicing each one that got close; however, his efforts were futile as a knife was slammed into his neck and his subordinates fell into a bloody mess as they were swarmed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw four cultists rushing towards me. My blade once again roared to life as I cut through the small group, my righteous fury in each swing of the massive blade without a second thought to the blood splattering upon my exposed face. Then the wall in the back of building was broken through by the leader of the cult. How, at that moment, did I know it was the leader? Because he was a chaos marine of the Word Bearer’s Legion. A behemoth clad in armor millennia old, a horned helmet, skin and skulls of former enemies adorned the outer armor, and in his right hand was a chain axe dripping with flesh blood. His gaze met mine and a challenge was made. We charged towards each other, chain weapons growling loudly at each other as they were swung at each other’s weak points. The duel quickly turned into a flurry of parries and miss strikes as we tried to gain the upper hand over each other. I finally landed a strike upon the front of his breast plate, but it only marred the surface of ancient armor. His boisterous laugh brought me from my stupor fast enough to avoid being chopped in half from the axe. As I ducked from another swing of the chain axe, the armored fist of the marine slammed into my stomach and forced me unto my back, quickly pinning his boot on top of my chest. He raised the axe and drove it toward my head, as I watched its many teeth revolve I muttered a small prayer to the Emperor asking for forgiveness in this failure to do his bidding. As I made peace, a group of guardsmen leapt upon the marine, throwing off his balance and giving me the chance to escape from his boot. Unfortunately, two of the guardsmen who rushed to rescue were killed with the marine’s chain axe, but their sacrifice was not in vain as I slammed into him. With quick succession I struck him thrice in the weak points of his armor. As I stood over him, he dipped his hand in his own blood and began to laugh like a mad man. Having seen enough I lopped his head off. As my breath returned to me, I surveyed the battlefield once more and a rare smiled graced my lips. The surviving troopers and guardsmen were pilling the cultist bodies and relics in the center of the room. When I exited the building, I ordered the complex to be burned and to leave nothing but ash. Slowly the flames consumed the outside of building, turning into a raging inferno with the help of promethium. Within minutes, the building collapsed and I left the area to retire for the evening. The next day, I left the planet; with my mission a success, I had no reason to stay. I now await my next mission so that I may serve my glorious Emperor.
ahhh....(ten minutes later)...hmmm I not good under pressure. That was a great poem to start the thread out though. I'd just like to follow this thread. Thanks for sharing. ~ Sam
Ok here is my 10 minute effort. Losely based on a cartoon character but with a lot of my own ideas thrown in too. **************** Eye of newt and testicles of a bat I am evil personified Every day and every night Maniacal laughter echos from my lair And the sign on my door says everything Happiness is not wanted here Most superheroes have a bad habit Of quaking in abject terror At the sight of my putrid face I am ugly defined Constantly banned from the cinema And the local fair for eight years running So I kidnapped the mayor for a laugh Just to prove Happiness is not wanted here Evil henchmen kind of suck They're all so dumb, like a sack of rocks Gaudy uniforms or freeing hostages Sometimes I feel I'm better off alone Ah but you know how it goes Even being evil has it's rules And the most important of them all Happiness is not wanted here So as I sit upon my small uncomfortable throne Hidden from the world, always plotting Attack the town today, destroy the universe tomorrow The possibilities are endless My eyes are open but there's a wire lose In my brain and in my soul I am evil personified and happiness is not wanted here
