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TOPIC | BeeboBeebz Poetry/Prose [OPEN]
@BeeboBeebz
Could I nab a slot for either Roach:
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or Pentaghast? :3
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They both have lore in their bio, but I'd be happy to expand if needed!
@BeeboBeebz
Could I nab a slot for either Roach:
or Pentaghast? :3
They both have lore in their bio, but I'd be happy to expand if needed!
Could I nab a slot for either Roach:
or Pentaghast? :3
They both have lore in their bio, but I'd be happy to expand if needed!
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Double Grapefruit collector :> |
@Raidye Of course! I can do either, or both! I don't mind either way. Please PM me if you have any special requests or notes for me. I will put you down for a slot :)
@Raidye Of course! I can do either, or both! I don't mind either way. Please PM me if you have any special requests or notes for me. I will put you down for a slot :)
@Raidye Poem delivery!
[b]Roach[/b]
[code]Jealousy.
The word, like the feeling, is bitter on your tongue.
It festers, bubbles over like boils from a disease.
You know She must have a plan.
A reason, a meaning as to why he is...
Present.
And yet, despite your unwavering devotion,
your unending worship,
you still find yourself asking "why?"
"Why?
Why must She have called me, just to toss me aside?
Why must She have called me, if She didn't wish for me to lead?
I know the reason we are here.
I know the reason we, [i]I,[/i] have been called-
and yet...
She forsakes me.
She puts you before me.
You don't deserve Her grace.
The pestilence of Her hand.
The caress of Her plague.
Yet still,
She chose you."
You do not understand.
And it leaves you angry.
But anger against Her
is nothing more than sacrilege-
Slander upon the Mother's good name.
So you must bite your tongue,
and suppress these thoughts.
Push them down, lest She hears.
That word pops up in your again-
jealousy.
It's bitter.
It's cold.
It's Her.[/code]
[b]Pentaghast[/b]
[code]Oh great leader,
the one who walks in Her path of pestilence,
of Plague,
do you know why we are here?
Like you, we were called,
Her voice echoing within our minds.
She led us here, to this wasteland,
insisting we left our homes
our families.
We, like you, followed Her call.
Her voice was too much
to ignore.
It was sickly and sweet.
A siren's call that beckoned.
Though despite our compliance,
we still do not know [i]why.[/i]
Oh great leader,
the one who walks in Her path of pestilence,
of Plague,
some of our members here,
seem distraught.
They yearn for the lives that they lost
when they followed Her call.
Who they used to be.
Do we still have purpose?
What is it that She called us for?
We ask, yet you do not answer.
Oh great leader,
could it be true, that not even you,
Her chosen.
Her special one,
know of Her plans?
Know why She called us here?
You soothe us with kind words,
with promises,
yet it still does not scratch that itch,
soothe that ache
that uncertainty brings.
Still,
despite our unrest,
despite our uncertainty,
constant questions, constant doubt,
you still hold your head high,
ready to do
Her bidding.[/code]
@Raidye Poem delivery!
Roach
Pentaghast
Roach
Code:
Jealousy.
The word, like the feeling, is bitter on your tongue.
It festers, bubbles over like boils from a disease.
You know She must have a plan.
A reason, a meaning as to why he is...
Present.
And yet, despite your unwavering devotion,
your unending worship,
you still find yourself asking "why?"
"Why?
Why must She have called me, just to toss me aside?
Why must She have called me, if She didn't wish for me to lead?
I know the reason we are here.
I know the reason we, [i]I,[/i] have been called-
and yet...
She forsakes me.
She puts you before me.
You don't deserve Her grace.
The pestilence of Her hand.
The caress of Her plague.
Yet still,
She chose you."
You do not understand.
And it leaves you angry.
But anger against Her
is nothing more than sacrilege-
Slander upon the Mother's good name.
So you must bite your tongue,
and suppress these thoughts.
Push them down, lest She hears.
That word pops up in your again-
jealousy.
It's bitter.
It's cold.
It's Her.
Pentaghast
Code:
Oh great leader,
the one who walks in Her path of pestilence,
of Plague,
do you know why we are here?
Like you, we were called,
Her voice echoing within our minds.
She led us here, to this wasteland,
insisting we left our homes
our families.
We, like you, followed Her call.
Her voice was too much
to ignore.
It was sickly and sweet.
A siren's call that beckoned.
Though despite our compliance,
we still do not know [i]why.[/i]
Oh great leader,
the one who walks in Her path of pestilence,
of Plague,
some of our members here,
seem distraught.
They yearn for the lives that they lost
when they followed Her call.
Who they used to be.
Do we still have purpose?
What is it that She called us for?
We ask, yet you do not answer.
Oh great leader,
could it be true, that not even you,
Her chosen.
Her special one,
know of Her plans?
Know why She called us here?
You soothe us with kind words,
with promises,
yet it still does not scratch that itch,
soothe that ache
that uncertainty brings.
Still,
despite our unrest,
despite our uncertainty,
constant questions, constant doubt,
you still hold your head high,
ready to do
Her bidding.