Writing The Chronicles of the Three Elements [PG - M: V, L]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"][B][I][U]The Chronicles of the Three Elements[/U][/I][/B], is a group of poems based around a simple theme; the end of the world is near, and the pure has become tainted. This all started today when I bought a new CD, and I just love it! For some reason after listening to most of the album, my creativity is getting aroused. So I have to make a big bang!

This is also the prequel to a new RPG I hope to make in the future. But don't expect it any time soon. This RPG is based on music I have heard over my lifetime.

But for now enjoy this Little preview I have made. It isn't the best work, but it's all I could write for now. I need to flesh out the next few poems, and I need to save my energy.

[B][I][U][CENTER][COLOR="darkred"]The Beginning of the First Saga: Previews of the Divine[/COLOR][/CENTER][/U][/I][/B]

[CENTER]Ready for the light to fade?
If not prepare yourself.
The world is soon to end with me and you.
For evil is ahead.
The tales before you will soon be real,
So get ready for the end.
The rapture is now so stop your crying,
for soon it all shall break.

So damned divine,
serene beyond light
the holy judgment day,
is soon coming.
So don't look back at the world,
you knew, oh so long ago.

Lick the tears of sorrow of your face.
Stop this damn charade, suck it in.
They've all lied to you two,
so summon up the hate you have for them.
If you fight the darkness with me,
we shall become the three.
Divine, serene and holy.[/COLOR]

[B][I][U][COLOR="DarkRed"]Profit of the Fit and Forgotten.[/COLOR][/U][/I][/B]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Digging in soil for nothing but oil,
I feel so faint, why can't I just stop?
I'm sweating after toiling for hours.
Will this infernal job ever end?
They won't even remember us.
Memories lost by money.
Profit for the fit and forgotten.

Men lost by days,
Nothing left of us.
Free us from the slavery.
I want to be with them for the end.

Armeggedon digging in my ears,
as I dig deeper for that which isn't there.
Behind my back they watch, with eyes that of a crow.
Ready to eat the flesh of your bones.
They won't even remember the work that we've done.
Memories lost by money.
Profit for the fit and the forgotten.

Will I ever be free?[/COLOR]

[B][I][U][COLOR="darkred"]The Universal Truth of the Lunor Equinox[/COLOR][/U][/I][/B]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]The moon fore-shadows the fate of the world.
No one knows the secret behind the shade.
So pull away the curtain, There's a truth somewhere.

Behind the light
Behind the shine,
There's some kind of acid lie.
Behind the crime,
Behind the time
There's some kind of dark truth.

Alinged with earth, but apart form our lives.
But he wants to get there, so he tries.
Reach for the stars, reach for your new home.
There's the place he'll go to when he falls.

Behind the lies,
behind the cries,
There's a new hope for you.
After the life you knew.
So say goodbye to the moon
you'll never see it's shine again.

[COLOR="DarkRed"][B][I][U] Angels with Melted Wings[/U][/I][/B][/COLOR]

Music calls for you to return home.
The darkness beckons forth.
Don't stare into the sun to long,
For the flames will melt your wings.
The warmth of the atmosphere tears at your heart.

The world starts to melt beyond the grave, Is there nothing left to save?
Could this have been prevented, by those of the light?

Angels fall onto the ground.
Silent, they sleep
as the flames reach their heads.

Angels with melted wings,
leave their halos all around.
Buried with humans,
who they tried to make sleep.[/CENTER][/COLOR]

[center][I][U][COLOR="darkred"][B]Beelzabub's Passionate Hand Grenade of Love[/B][/COLOR][/U][/I]

[COLOR="darkslategray"]To birth the one to save us all,
fornification must be holy.
But I can't have her, for she doesn't love
those of us.
I tried to save the earth, but I failed.
I've been blown in the face,
betrayed by feelings,
and by prefference.

Not the most potent of drinks
could bring me that moment.
The seed goes unplanted,
the sprout goes ungrown.

Looked around the streets at dusk.
No one to savor the flavor.
The world jsut might end tonight.
wiht no one here to see my child.
So much for saving us,
I've fallen on my face.
Blood given in my burial.
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[B][I][U][COLOR="DarkRed"]Efreet's Broken Promise: the Day the Sun Stopped Shinning[/COLOR][/U][/I][/B]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]We stood starring at the sun,
like a hero would fall, and save us all.
You promised you'd come for us, and bring us back home.
But why did you deny our plead?
Where's our promsided land?

Verily, we called upon you.
But why won't you bring us to that place at the end of life?
The fire in our souls, we lend that to you.
The fire in our hearts, we lend that to you.
So why, why won't you save us?

Before this day, you watched over me.
But now you are gone, as the final reckoning is upon us.
Why won't you come back?
Dear god I cry to heavens, so answer my prayers.
Before this day, you watched over us.
But now you won't answer
Why, why won't you reply?

We stand looking at the sun, hoping for you to come.
But that which was great has been lost.
No more life to live, no more pain to feel.
It all disapeared with your promise, to watch over us all.[/COLOR]
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[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]I actually kind of like it, Prem! You definitely used the Claudio style of writing in that you were simultaneously literal and cryptic in your words it seems, though i can't help but feel like you put a little Kingdom Hearts influence into this, lol. As you know, I'm no professional at breaking things down, but my only suggestion is to not use the word 'end' so frequently in stanza one.[/COLOR]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Thanks DB. And yes, I put some Kingdom Hearts influence into the backstory. I wanted to make a poem about the game, where the refference was inside the words. But back then my hand said ''no.''

I'm so sorry I'm a KH nerd... >_>

I've editted the new poem into the first post.[/color]

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]I'm guessing your using 'digging for oil' as a synonym for the war in iraq? Which, from your viewpoint at least, would be digging toward the end of the world or something, right? Interesting, in a way.[/COLOR]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Actually, that is exactly what I meant. The theme of the whole story is the apocylypse. So I added war onto the story's list of possible paths. In the poem Angels with Melted Wings, global warming makes angel wings burn. So things that may well be the end of us now, are used in the story.[/color]

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]'Lunar Equinox' was kind of monotonous. You could say I really didn't get it I guess, and overall wasn' interested. The next one was much better, but you used the word 'melt' too much. Don't forget to keep your thesaurus handy ~_^ I thought it was pretty good even if you wore your influences on your sleeve (I will call you out from shelter, burn your wings, you'll know no better)(Even though Ambellina isn't really an angel, so I guess your okay)[/COLOR]