New poem, Same morbid Rhyme. This one I actually had to read aloud to my English 4 honors class. Needless to say the expressions I got where priceless, so I was told...
I stand upon this lonely road, astray.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
Signs became present.
Subtle as birds that came and went.
Starting soft, growing louder.
Moving closer, ever louder.
Down the road a distant pound.
Sound of horsefoot upon the ground.
Each one, the bark of Hellhounds.
I think I may be found.
Down the road I disappear.
Down the road he draws near.
Crouching down, holding steady.
In the brush, poised and ready.
With my robe, I'm part of night.
Here I wait for the coming fight.
There he sits on horseback.
Does he know not to turn his back?
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I sent the horse on its way,
To distract their attention away.
And I disappear once more,
To await the coming war.
As they grew closer, pounding hooves,
I began to make my move.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
Moving up their lines.
Removing the horsemen from their lines.
Using the ambient sounds around.
To mask them hitting the ground.
With distant thunder and every bird call
Another soldier was doomed to fall.
Alas, they became aware,
Something else was there.
They began to suspect,
What they did not expect.
One more hit the ground.
Then I was found.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
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QUOTE (Shadow Dweller @ Dec 29 2007, 09:40 PM) 
New poem, Same morbid Rhyme. This one I actually had to read aloud to my English 4 honors class. Needless to say the expressions I got where priceless, so I was told...
I stand upon this lonely road, astray.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
Signs became present.
Subtle as birds that came and went.
Starting soft, growing louder.
Moving closer, ever louder.
Down the road a distant pound.
Sound of horsefoot upon the ground.
Each one, the bark of Hellhounds.
I think I may be found.
Down the road I disappear.
Down the road he draws near.
Crouching down, holding steady.
In the brush, poised and ready.
With my robe, I'm part of night.
Here I wait for the coming fight.
There he sits on horseback.
Does he know not to turn his back?
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I sent the horse on its way,
To distract their attention away.
And I disappear once more,
To await the coming war.
As they grew closer, pounding hooves,
I began to make my move.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
Moving up their lines.
Removing the horsemen from their lines.
Using the ambient sounds around.
To mask them hitting the ground.
With distant thunder and every bird call
Another soldier was doomed to fall.
Alas, they became aware,
Something else was there.
They began to suspect,
What they did not expect.
One more hit the ground.
Then I was found.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
I stand upon this lonely road, astray.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
Signs became present.
Subtle as birds that came and went.
Starting soft, growing louder.
Moving closer, ever louder.
Down the road a distant pound.
Sound of horsefoot upon the ground.
Each one, the bark of Hellhounds.
I think I may be found.
Down the road I disappear.
Down the road he draws near.
Crouching down, holding steady.
In the brush, poised and ready.
With my robe, I'm part of night.
Here I wait for the coming fight.
There he sits on horseback.
Does he know not to turn his back?
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I sent the horse on its way,
To distract their attention away.
And I disappear once more,
To await the coming war.
As they grew closer, pounding hooves,
I began to make my move.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
Moving up their lines.
Removing the horsemen from their lines.
Using the ambient sounds around.
To mask them hitting the ground.
With distant thunder and every bird call
Another soldier was doomed to fall.
Alas, they became aware,
Something else was there.
They began to suspect,
What they did not expect.
One more hit the ground.
Then I was found.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
QUOTE (Shadow Dweller @ Dec 29 2007, 09:40 PM)
New poem, Same morbid Rhyme. This one I actually had to read aloud to my English 4 honors class. Needless to say the expressions I got where priceless, so I was told...
I stand upon this lonely road, astray.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
Signs became present.
Subtle as birds that came and went.
Starting soft, growing louder.
Moving closer, ever louder.
Down the road a distant pound.
Sound of horsefoot upon the ground.
Each one, the bark of Hellhounds.
I think I may be found.
Down the road I disappear.
Down the road he draws near.
Crouching down, holding steady.
In the brush, poised and ready.
With my robe, I'm part of night.
Here I wait for the coming fight.
There he sits on horseback.
Does he know not to turn his back?
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I sent the horse on its way,
To distract their attention away.
And I disappear once more,
To await the coming war.
As they grew closer, pounding hooves,
I began to make my move.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
Moving up their lines.
Removing the horsemen from their lines.
Using the ambient sounds around.
To mask them hitting the ground.
With distant thunder and every bird call
Another soldier was doomed to fall.
Alas, they became aware,
Something else was there.
They began to suspect,
What they did not expect.
One more hit the ground.
Then I was found.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
I stand upon this lonely road, astray.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
Signs became present.
Subtle as birds that came and went.
Starting soft, growing louder.
Moving closer, ever louder.
Down the road a distant pound.
Sound of horsefoot upon the ground.
Each one, the bark of Hellhounds.
I think I may be found.
Down the road I disappear.
Down the road he draws near.
Crouching down, holding steady.
In the brush, poised and ready.
With my robe, I'm part of night.
Here I wait for the coming fight.
There he sits on horseback.
Does he know not to turn his back?
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I sent the horse on its way,
To distract their attention away.
And I disappear once more,
To await the coming war.
As they grew closer, pounding hooves,
I began to make my move.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
Moving up their lines.
Removing the horsemen from their lines.
Using the ambient sounds around.
To mask them hitting the ground.
With distant thunder and every bird call
Another soldier was doomed to fall.
Alas, they became aware,
Something else was there.
They began to suspect,
What they did not expect.
One more hit the ground.
Then I was found.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
Very Good I like it! 
QUOTE (Shadow Dweller @ Dec 30 2007, 01:10 PM)
I stand upon this lonely road, astray.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
The sky dark, sullen, and grey.
I stand with blade in hand.
Rigid, in time's sand.
Here, on Hell's highway,
I wait for evil to ride this way.
This is too easy!
The fool's left his life for me!
For me to take.
From my cover swiftly I break.
In one acrobatic leap.
I drop him in a heap.
On the floor, I watch him whither.
T'was a mistake coming hither.
Taken his head
Laid him to bed
This was only a scout
Now, the rest are coming out.
Coming out to play,
On Hell's highway.
I pity the foot soldier in rear.
I approached he did not hear.
His spine split apart.
As my blade pierced his heart.
I muffled his screams.
Nothing happened, so it seems.
The last five sprang upon me.
In desperation and chaosity.
The battle rang,
Of metal clang,
Of battle cries,
That split the skies.
One by one they began to fall.
Soon enough, I slew them all.
I cleansed my blade upon my robe.
And gazed down the empty road.
The battle was done.
I was gone before the sun.
It revealed the battle-plain.
Corpses of the enemy, cold and slain.
Ive cut my fav bits from your words. Theres so much more to the story and the emotion behind your poem.
Words most greatly placed well together.
Honest and real moreso than morbid.
10/10
"We are all warriors, life is but training to soldier on".
Great poem. I enjoy the morbid rhyming on occasion. 
Thank You!
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