#orc
Grind you up into portions.
Serve you up to the horde.
What was
temporarily
yours,
will feed
the meat
of
the future seed.
Sure enough
the scene
before the
excited mind,
the silent mouth,
shall
seemingly go
completely
unnoticed
til the matter mounts.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
**** the ringwraiths, dwarves, and all the men
**** rangers, trolls, and the wretch of Saruman
To hell with goblins, dragons, and barrow wrights
To hell with balrogs, and the ever evil sprites
****** all the spiders, wargs, and Ents
Slaughter all the Rohirrim, sleeping in their tents
Death to all the elves, hobbits, and kings
Death to everyone, and death to everything
Sauron's will departed, smashed upon the battlefield
Unable now to navigate, and nothing left to feel
My anger and hatred dry, as spitting out the desert dust
No reason and no why, spent, the last of my blood lust
My axe and shield are heavy now, as I roam the empty plain
No idea, of when or how, my war became in vain
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
"I fear once the time for friends ends, my desire
would leave me exposed to the ill kept as well
from enemies, leave me forgotten, misfit for both."
-- Beryl to Sky-Rend
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
She comes with a body. Lithe, plain.
Two things Warchief said no, don't chew.
Don't disgrace the Orc way.
If you transgress it better be just to
rip off her arms. You're in my palm.
(I'm in whose palm?)
He comes with a presence. Foreign.
Alien of the Karwa Wastes.
Don't you pass this chance on.
You recognize, don't you, when
better comes along? You're in my palm.
(I'm in whose palm?)
Douse the candles in the war hall
for me my lines arrested caught
in the splinters of dry throat
won't reach the thunderous cry
you repress, to release me.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Have you ever heard the pin drop brightly,
Leather boots on one hundred bodies?
Mermaids, mutants, captivating aliens,
What a world, what a world.
Trees keep calling me elsewhere lately,
Again, more than ever
Wind that I believe is your breath
Scent of the highly
Rose to the nose pricking blood
I wanted this
I got this
Ripped up home
Hell bound
I want this
Necrotic
Kiss on my lips
Unbound
Lashes on the wrist
Just a form of risk
Unleashed
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
*This thing, all things devours; Birds, beasts, flowers
Gnaws iron, bites steel
Grinds hard stones to meal
Slays kings, ruins towns
And beats high mountains down.*
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC