03-03-2013, 08:40 PM
(03-03-2013, 02:04 AM)Olweseregon Wrote: The fortressYou have more to do than I do but I suspect you have more years left than me. Give my regards to the dragon....we are related.
Gentle whispers from afar.
With promises of the light.
Let me lead you to my creation.
Follow me into the night.You seem not to understand how to punctuate. This profligate and erroneous use of full stops cannot be deliberate.
This walls I've built.You seem unable to gasp the rudiments of grammar. You could not seriously think that "This (singular) walls (plural)" is correct. If this is a typo then you should check your work before posting in serious (see rules)
Of stone, so cold.
It surrounds my fortress.
Unbreakable, I've been told.You seem unsure about your rhyme scheme...or more acurately, your lack of it. Assuming you were tempted, on a whim, to force the rhyme of "cold" and "told" one is left asking why; but then there seems to be an epiphany in this stanza, as if suddenly the joy of the discovery that words can sound the same em/over powers you. It is a little dizzying.
I will give you a guided tour.Oh bugger. We are not in another of those damned video games....if we are, I am going no further with this. I have to go for a reality check
Into the depths of the bleak.
Let us dance in my fortress,
Of the macabre and the mystiqe.
Step into my chambers.
Close your eyes and breathe.
The air is damp and thick now.
By all that lurks beneath.
Behold the fortresscellar.
Take my hand, and hold on tight.
Moaning, groaning, sounds of decay.
Imprisoned souls, deceived by the light.
The cold wind kisses the spire.
And caresses every inch.
Do you think this is a dream.
I'll give you a little pinch.
Climbing the towers.
Ascending the abyss.
Last thing I wanna show you.Yep. Games up! As soon as I see wanna I know it is time to vacate the building. Please consider re-posting in mild before I spit my dummy out
Come take a look at this.
My sanctuary, my hiding place
No time to rest, keep up the pace.
Oh, so bright.
Like winters veil.
The warming suns embracing beams.
This is you, my Holy Grail.
Best,
tectak

