I would paint a pretty picture to go along with this terrible poem
Prepare yourselves for a round of: TORCHLIGHT POETRY!
Stricken more by her ferocity than the butt of the aged staff
she thrusts wisdom into a plain brain
like bolts of fire
her desire, to teach a devil to be man
Sparking visions in a nether imp's crystal eyes
it writhes with understanding and something more
corruption at its core
fights the embermage's loving light
no way to transform
a heart so dark to an ally in this war
The psychic tether severs
with the telltale snap of cracked ember
feedback rings in her mind with the clarity of opposing polarity
the flailing creature reels into a roiling river
ever deeper, see her
reach for the departing goblin child
too late for an old mother to do it any good
A small shape surges towards the edge
grasping at nothing, won't acknowledge
the kind soul weeping,
returning sleepily to its dark affinity
tumbling over a waterfall into infinity
That wasn't too painful was it xD I don't know why, I usually hate anything like this I write (except for my Infected
poem of course, that shit just kicks ass) but I hope someone enjoys it.
Oh yeah, I should probably do a quick write-up of what it's about. I figure it's about a lonely old embermage lady who decides to summon a nether imp and try to teach it to be civilized, or at the very least train it to not eat people's faces, maybe to keep around as a substitute for her dead family, or maybe just to have a pet, who knows.
Post your own wacky Torchlight Poetry!
...That means you!