Please post your entries for the poetry literature competition here.

All entries must be in English and at least 15 verses long.

Good luck!

Prizes:
1st prize: 40 gold, Assassin's Battle Axe, Celebration Punch
2nd prize: 15 gold, 3 green Demon Cubes, Celebration Punch
3rd prize: 5 gold, a soft toy of your choice, Celebration Punch

Entries must be original. Any plagarised entries will be disqualified.

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My poem is for best player on this site, Fier and his clan Real Warriors. I really respect him and i am really glad that i am Magmar... Enjoy in poem! Regards from Agent-47 and Eternus Patientia.

True dodger, and the best player in this game,
From Real Warriors he camed, Fier is his name!
With swords in his hands, he have no fear,
The death is coming for you, can't you hear?
There are strong and famous humans in Faeo land,
But they have all died from Fier's hand!

Never scared, always brave,
Cmon humans, start to dig yourself a grave!
Never scared, always cool,
Who will attack him? Is there any fool?

I see the ghosts of Humans but they are lost,
As they sail to the County Vurdaliya cost!
His true vocation and now his unfortunate friend,
Executioner proffesion is raising till the end!
Take a last look around while you're alive
Fier is indestructible master of war!

Mess with the best,
And you will end up like the rest,
Baging Fier on your knees,
All you humans REST IN PEACE!

by Agent-47

The land and Inhabitants of Faeo:

There were once a land far far away..
were Humans and magmars had to play.
Glory was received for those who fought well
and Injuries for those who came to HEll!

But no need to fear because Obelisks and altars are near.
Injuries are rare when -Liqvidator- and Katheryn are Here.

But the inhabitants of Faeo are in constant danger
when The Gungles and Uyarmos come to *spank* us.
Who can save us in such Darkness ..
of course our Dragons and Warmasters.
Although to bad..
that no Human..
has reached that Rank. (lol)

Magmars has no fear when Fier, Store ,I-barsag-I and River_diss are near
And if you still are shaking of fear
Then join a clan and you will have Friends who helps you everywere.

If you look up into the sky u will see Ravens fly.
But if u look awaaay
u can be sure that she will come down
and spank u for a while. *Spank* *Spank*

The Inhabitnants of Faeo must work and GEt a profession
Because money is needed and Wife’s to be feaded.
You can choose to be a fisherman if u u are into fish
or Executioner if u are a bitch
But if u like rocks which is worst of all
then i have to admit, Geologist is your call.

And if none of these are in your interests
don’t me sad cuz there is plenty of quests
and Seductress to Molest. ( :P)

This is a game for Brave and strong players
No time for cowards or Beggers.

So Warriors Work and Get your armor.
Dodger , Bonecrushers or heavyweighters
Battle for Glory or to stay alive
But dont run or cry..
because sooner or later you will die.

+

But help if neaded, will be there if u just call
Eather by friends, mentors or guards
Your questions will be answered and
your ass will be eather spanked or saved by ravens.

*Spank* *spank* *Spank* *Spank*

by* lol i have tiped my twice when supposed to be by !

This poem I would like to call the death of all other games.

In truth the legend of the dragons was born
Humble like a hearty angel it refused to be torn.
The game showed great passion and understanding,
For our minds the smarts they were forever lacking.

At first we gave the game no credit
Perhaps we filled it in utter disbelief
Showed ourselves our ruined teeth
And then it finally began to shine.

The game was born a-new
With it's history so blue
It pawned all the other games
And showed us there are always lanes.

Paths to carve in human skull and bone
Ways to dismantle the magmar zone
To kill each other with true love
And wash ourselves in all the gore.

The land was known to be the Faeo world of lust and hate
It showed no passion for the weak and thus we played,
We stayed all night awake, nothing but a chilling awake,
Ruining our eyes and body for this wonderous game we played.

The dangers were great the frustrations high
But in the end we managed to survive
We have all come to love this game
The one I think of as insane :D

My great love to Legend:legacy of dragons for being possibly the best mmorpg flash ever :D

This is for the World of Faeo, both Magmar and Human.

To those who fight beside me, i greet them with warmth
As I would greet a great family member who came most
Of every week. I stand by them, proud to fight the swarm
Of the Enemy, for which we raise a grand toast,

For the Enemy would have been suffered defeat
And our fights are hardly finished before
We lay in our beds, smiling at our great feats
Of the day, now and more.

Each day comes renewed, with full
Of hopes ahead, our friends, our families,
Never compromised or lulled,
Nor will they ever be, for they are like lilies.

And at each dusk, we part our ways,
Glad of our achievements of the day,
And rest our heads down, and drift
Off to sleep, to the night lands in the rift.

I believe that most, if not all, of us players appreciate the people who developed this game. I thank you on behalf of everyone who plays and becomes addicted.

Oh Faeo My Faeo

Only two races, but so many clans.
Struggling to succeed in these wild lands.
Should I remain alone and hunt the mean beasts?
Or perhaps join my friends and share in their feasts.

The days are long and my legs they are weary.
Yet i continue my picking although it is dreary.
Gold is needed to get along in this land.
My sickle is worn and there's blood on my hand.

My swords are my weapons, i wield them quite well.
Sending beasts and Magmars to their own unique hells.
Injuries I've had, money I've made.
Avoiding the creatures that wait in the Glade.

Spiders, bears, and things that fly.
Be strong, stand firm. Fight or die.
A dodger I am because of my armor.
The beasts wonder why they cannot harm her.

Friends i have many. They know who they are.
I am Human. My enemies, Magmar.
Many have come, many have gone.
Oh Faeo, my Faeo. This fight still goes on.


Helhathnofury

GLORY AND IMMORTALITY

Valour is the fier in our souls,
It spurs us to great feats,
Its prizes valued above all others,
Yet its prices above the heads of almost all

When you fight for valour,
You fight for the right to be remembered,
Your memory stored in the minds of Faeo
Long after you are gone.

The power held within those ranks,
Only comes clear when you taste the power,
For that is what drives us, not the madness,
Not the hope that we will best ourselves,

But that we can best all others,
And stare down at them from the skies,
GODS amongst men so it might be,
But the hatred stirs within the souls of warriors

When they see the immense power held
Within those single hands,
They cry out in fear,
And let fly there anger

Dead men tell no tales,
Or at least, they don’t when they witness
The sheer devastation of Shrek,
The mentor of gladiators.

To out-FOX the best,
You must be sly,
Come from behind,
Without mercy!

To win the battle you must be strong,
Fight with all your might,
To –AXE- the enemy,
Don’t give them a 2nd chance.

To understand the thoughts of one who fights with valour,
You must first look inside yourself,
And find the_new_me,
Only then will you see what drives them.



To rule over valour you must be like the sea,
Cunning as a FOX,
Hungry as a wolf,
And let loose your hatred

Store up this power,
And it will devour your mind,
You must use it,
To strike out at your enemies.

And destroy all those who oppose you
For they are not worthy of your approval,
Only valour is of that,
For that is all you seek in this war-bound world,

Mad Lad is the one to who all can aspire,
Champion of the people,
The one they all want,
He can rouse the fier in their hearts.

-Hero- is hated by all but the best,
Heartless as stone,
And growing in power,
The one who thinks little of the whims of his fellows.

METR by METR the world turns to valour,
Enchanting all those it can with its vast power,
The power to hold all others to ransom,
A power we all wish to hold.


















lewis n

For all Mentors Human or Magmar

Thank you for allowing me
the opportunity
to learn from you
when I was seeking so much knowledge
when I was asking many questions
you patiently listened and answered accordingly
never showing signs of frustration

Thank you for taking the time
to show me the necessary skills today
that will lead me with confidence into tomorrow
for believing in me and having enough faith
to share your work
your dreams
and your vision

Thank you for accepting me as I am
with all my eagerness
and my sheer joy over the little things...
you never tried to squelch that spirit in me
Instead, you have encouraged that spirit
and for that, I do thank you

I realized the knowledge I need for work can be learned anywhere,
taught by most anyone
but the life skills I needed that go along with it...
well, that would have to be taught by a very unique individual
with a very special gift for giving
a gift of patience and understanding
that someone is you, my Mentor
and now, my friend

SK_DarkNight

WHEN FORCES COLLIDE

The races of Faeo are at war,
Man, Magmar, the Beasts, and chaos.
Locked in an eternal struggle to survive,
And conquer the land.

The sheer force of the magmars drives them to victory,
The ingenuity of man ignites their fire,
The beasts have their sheer numbers,
And chaos is madness in bodily form.

The magmars strive to control all that is opposing,
Driving themselves across the lands,
Destroying everything in their way,
No matter the consequences.

The humans grapple with fate
To rid the world of evil,
And bring chaos and hatred to its knees
And purify all those that wish to cause anger, and misery

Chaos is a mindless power
Driven only by the lust for blood,
Warfare, and destruction,
Bringing man and magmar to their knees.

The beasts strive to take back what was theirs,
Grappling with the greater powers that be,
To survive, and live the way they wish to live,
Without fear of attack, from all but each other.

When these forces collide,
All struggle to reach the top,
Only one will gain that position,
And that race will decide the future of the planet.

Chaos cares for nothing,
Mindless murder and blinded rage
Fighting only to bring misery to those
Not of its kind

Man and magmar fight to destroy this mindless chaos,
And each other,
Fighting all they see fit, including themselves
Until they gain the upper hand


In this futile struggle to rule
They grapple with all their might,
To outdo their eternal enemies
For all too see.

Why do they fight?
To secure their place in the history books?
To gain right to survive?
Or to prove to everyone that they are the best, and WILL survive?

The right to survive is given to no-one
It must be struck at,
With blades and magic,
To secure its favour.

The will to live,
Is found in most,
For they value the life of their kind
And wish too forward its position in life

Why do we survive?
Because we are the best of the best?
Because no one is strong enough to oppose us?
Or more simply because we grow to match that strength?


It is none, and yet all of these things,
For we cannot tell whether we are the best, we must prove it so,
If we do not keep trying – how will we know if anyone can better us?
And will we always grow to match its strength? Or will they finally better us in the end?


The answer to survival is not an answer, but a question, and that question is; do we have the strength to do what we must to come out on top?








lewis n

Time and time again, we wage a ceaseless war
And every moment we are forced to live through another nightmare
We ask ourselves, why?

Time and time again, the two races valiantly struggle
Peace was a desire that they both shared
Yet, the fire in their hearts would never stop burning

Time and time again, we run from fate
Hoping that our past would be left behind
Hope was not enough

Time and time again, people were changed
It was said experience was of value
For the people of Faeo, it couldn't have been farther from the truth

Time and time again, the goal that we set before us has never been reached
We go through torture, through pain beyond belief
But the sky would never listen

Time and time again, clangs of sword on shield
The one sound we could never forget
But the sky would never listen

Lost Hero

The Cold winds appeared to mock
the maiden tied up to a rock.
Brought by a silent, horse drawn wagon
to serve as supper for a dragon Striagorn,
and from her cruel and stony bed
these are the plaintive words she said
"Will no one save me from this fate
too dreadful far to contemplate.
My Hero! TANGOO Please don't hesitate
or else, I fear, you'll be too late."

Thence came a pure and gentle knight;
He rode up from the land of light.
A handsome and upstanding fellow
with posture bold and manner mellow.
He'd brought his Hammer and sharpened blade
to try to save the hapless maid.
He said in tones so loud and clear,
"My Lady, Angel Heart, you need have no fear,
so shed not one more single tear.
Have courage damsel, TANGOO's here."

The dragon Striagorn, hearing from his cave
those ringing words, so fierce and brave.
Flew very quickly to the spot
with flaming coat and breath so hot.
Angry to hear this idle boast,
ready to turn the knight to toast.
The damsel screamed in mortal fright
"Will no one save me from this plight?
Where is my parfait, gentle knight
to neutralise this dragon's bite?

Then TANGOO drew his shining sword
with which he'd faced the Golden Horde.
He'd slain a Gungle, and killed a wizard
he wasn't frightened by an overgrown lizard.
He stood before the frightened girl
and gave his sword a skilful twirl.
He cried, "Come Striagorn, do your best !
Prepare to face your final test.
This sword will sleep within your breast,
before the sun sinks in the west."

Striagorn glared a baleful glare,
then rose to hover in the air.
The breath he breathed was fiery hot,
and suddenly, the Knight TANGOO was not.
Where he had stood, so bold, so brash,
there rose a pile of smouldering ash.
The dragon spread his wings, and then
he took Angel Heart to his den.
She vanished from the sight of men,
and nevermore was seen again.

The moral of this story's clear;
The thing that hurts us most is FEAR !
For though it may seem quite absurd
If she had never said a word,
she might have stayed there through the night
Unheard, unnoticed, out of sight,
Then with the coming of the day
she might have found a cunning way
the rope to cut or knots to fray.
She might have even got away

This is an ode to the female Magmars

I am lost at sea, sinking in the depths
Of the storm filled ocean called my mind and heart
Scared of the searing rains of the broken and lonely
Waves crash upon each other, ragging over the love and care
That is not allowed, the ripping winds of the angry voices
Keep pushing the waves farther out to sea to never be seen again
The birds in the air fly away as fast as they can as the thunder roars
With sorrow of the intentions that covered the night skies with darkened clouds
Now comes the silence of the empty hearted with no remorse for
Those of the crooked ways
Ringing bells of warning scream, but it is too late
All is lost for the deaths of the young hearted
The pains of my actions burn the wounds of my reasons
I run in fear for I am shamed by my selfishness
Feeling scared to cause more damage to the love of my life
Fleeing so not to show the ach of what feels like I have lost something I never had
Mad at the world for taking away the smiles that make my life worth living
Even though I must admire from a distance
For the heart that I urn for belongs to a fool who is too blinded by green rage
To give notice to the love that he holds in his harsh hands
Unknowingly or worse not caring
To crush such a fragile flower
She only blooms for his love
Lost is the flowers grace under the shade of control
Soon she will wither to a stem
Unable to accept love from another for the once majestic colors that dance
A upon her face have been long lost to the cruel fantasies of what once was passion
Now all that is left is the cruel bitter taste
Of anger. As constant the invasion of chaos
The magma dripping from her
Wounds
As the Mighty swing of the
Gungl’s hatchet pierces her torso
A slight sigh come from her mouth
She closes her eyes
And with the fury of the mighty
Hurricane thrust upwards with her
Katana and the ground shakes
As the killer falls
Fear the wrath
Of the female
Magmars
V

Once upon a lonely winter night
A human character was born,
Bound to be the greatest knight
And fill the mission he has sworn.

After opening his eyes
He heard a guy in leather thighs:
“Bring me a vest and I will train you;
You’ll be the best before sunrise.”

The hours passed, and so did days;
The human grew, dispersing fear.
The monsters ran from single gaze
And mags in hurry dropped their gear.

And then one day he realized
Ten years have gone behind
The many him idealized,
The rest kept living blind.

But later on the human got depressed.
He was the best there’s ever been
All enemies went on to the eternal rest
And nobody could take it on the chin.

What should I do? – He asked again
Kill Korr? Gorbakh?
Or send my money down the drain?
This is so boring. Blah.

But suddenly idea lit his smile;
He took the sword, and battle horn,
Stood by the mirror for a while,
And whispered: “You better watch it, Stiagorn.”

Elder Verkiry


Our elder today
was a commander yesterday.
Battles he fought,
but love is what he sought.
Blood is what this man craved
and for this, his people were saved.
Humans were his enemies
for all of these centuries.
When chaos attacks
bodies is what he stacks.
For days he fights
to destroy human rights.
For pain he does not fear
he sometimes feels that death is near.
He is getting older and weaker,
his eyesight becoming bleaker.
His skill is not as before,
but his love for his people will keep him wanting more.
Now he is an elder
helping the magmar race to become better.