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The Mad Mage's Plight


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#1 Guest_Serenity Frost_*

Posted 20 June 2011 - 09:20 PM

Click here if you wish to hear me reading this poem aloud.

Two boys born with golden hair.
One a brute and the other fair.
One a mute the other with flair.
They made such a scandalous pair.

Then one day, by the two, a pact was made.
One of them with magic and the other a blade.
No matter how tragic their lives had been played.
No ill upon them would any others need bade.

But one poor brother had to break their pact.
As he was never as adept as the other to playact.
As the endeavor of good over evil was so abstract.
He found that he just did not possess the tact.

Life and death, they had a meaning, of that he knew.
And he couldn't help so many lay burned and bestrew.
Their wouldn't be so many fried asunder and askew
had they just let him learn the spell he wished to review.

So of course, in the tower, he had to be locked away.
Ironic that there his silver tongue learned to sway.
Ironic that they swear when his mind went astray,
that he only became better as he began to defray.

But his father had a stone made for his mind.
Some magic infused to make him benevolent and kind.
Though tragic it refused to let his thoughts unwind.
Thus making him simple but safe and arcanely blind.

And so with the stone he was enthralled.
To his mother, however, she was appalled.
To her, his brother, was quickly called.
No son of hers would be so easily dolled.

Misfortune, however, is this young brother's plight.
That this woman who had so often been his sunlight.
That this bastion had been struck down by his might.
And as soon as his mind had returned to the light.

Then the eldest who had come in just after
was treated to his brother's cackling laughter.
It bleated from the mouth of the maniacal caster
unaware that escape should have come to him faster.

The blade only just missed his heart.
And in a burst of mist he began to depart.
And the worst yet he knew he'd have to outsmart
the one man he'd never before been able to thwart.

Though escape he did through a rift in the plane,
away from his brother, his home, and restrictive arcane,
to forget his mother and her fate incurable by tisane,
to let his mind rest in peace, unhindered, and insane.

Edited by Serenity Frost, 20 June 2011 - 09:38 PM.


#2 Guest_Blue-Inked_Frost_*

Posted 21 June 2011 - 02:58 AM

This sounds like it could work as a backstory for Xzar. :) An interesting story, and very nicely rhymed!

By the way, I think the Cellar tends to be used as a more archival sort of forum--mostly short items are posted in the Quiz Challenge forum even if they are off-topic.

#3 Guest_Serenity Frost_*

Posted 21 June 2011 - 05:22 AM

By the way, I think the Cellar tends to be used as a more archival sort of forum--mostly short items are posted in the Quiz Challenge forum even if they are off-topic.


Is it? Ooooh, I'm sorry. I just saw a topic labeled poetry and thought "I'm home!" and posted in it. If this is the wrong place for it I'll post any future works where they're supposed to go. As soon as I figure out where that is.


The poem was actually written for a PC of mine who was a sociopathic Aasimar with a magic addiction, but now that I think about it I guess it could be a backstory poem for Xzar. Hell, the actual backstory for the PC could even work for Xzar. I just have to replace "Celestial Magic Academy" with "Magic Academy" and I'd be all set ... hmmm I think I might smell a possible mod here. Too bad I haven't a single clue how to code anything that isn't a visual novel or a webpage.




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