Your writing

[6 Stringed Fingers]

To my beloved:

In the deep of the night
when all is asleep and I, alone
the thought of you, it heals me.

The moon tells me of your beauty
The winds, they bring me your voice
and when your words resonate
again they fill me with your joys

I count each sand grain of time
of being without your presence
and when the sun rises again
it would carry my love to you.

 

[Magrathean]

You're a romantic, like me!
Are you sure you don't want to join me in overthrowing Rahvin?
The grammar in the first paragraph is kind of weird.. but effective..

 

[King Chaos]

Hey 6 string, Not a bad little piece. You give that to a chick, and I have absolutely no doubt you'd be doing the no pants dance 30 seconds later. The second stanza stands out most to me. Elemental romantic poetry... ah, soothes the soul hehe.

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

Chaos: I know to whom I wrote that to. I just hope she sees it soon.

 

[King Chaos]

oof you sly dog you

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

Write your own if you want action.

 

[Magrathean]

Wait a minute... So 6 would "give Gav some action" if Gav wrote his own elemental romantic poem for 6?

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

Only in your gayness filled mind would you read in that sense.

I meant if he's gonna hit on some girl some time, he should get his own poem.

 

[Magrathean]

Ah. Well, things tend to be misinterpretable lately...

 

[King Chaos]

see, for a second there I thought I was in with 6 strings!!! Dayum.

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

I'm not gonna be in with anyone here. Sucks to be you, Zack!

 

[Magrathean]

^ Poor chap, really...

 

[Siren]

"The spark of concept, creation and form

with each daring new concept
creation and form

The Artist's reason:
the Art is treason

This also sounds like DT and i have to admit i don't like it very much as an idea.

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

Yeah, I guess I got a bit too much of DT influence on that one.

And according to William Blake, art comes from chaos, and that breaks all rules. So art is the treason to catholic religion.

 

[Magrathean]

And yet religious catholic art is among the best art ever created (especially music and architecture).

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

they get boring after a while.

 

[Siren]

Ah now i see, i didn't see it in that context, thanks for clarifying.
My thought was that art can't be treason since it's the ultimate true expression of an artist's soul.

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

It is divine to my eyes, it's the only thing humans can do closest to god, to express.

 

[6 Stringed Fingers]

This is probably the most well-structured piece I've ever written. It is written in iambs.

Evensong to the Lost

As ravens fly o'er parted's eaves
As sorrow sings with dancing leaves
Of which its wail, with triste wind, 'scends
Whenas life, sullen Knight bereaves

The raging strikes of light reside
At other end of sky's divide
To call for names engraved on stones
Of generations lived and died

Farewell to the forgotten

The sands of naught six feet below
From where we came to there we go
In deeper graves the crosses rot
While the new dead arrives in woe

O, dreadful Reaper ov the night,
Art thou who set the souls alight?
Art thou who lead 'em into flames,
Or sleep they e'ermore in twilight?
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[Magrathean]

Take away the last paragraph (or stanza, if what they taught me at elementary school is true) and you're left with a truly amazing piece. Even with the final stanza it's great, but i didn't quite like it as much as the rest. As ravens fly o'er parted's eaves is good, and The raging strikes of light reside / At other end of sky's divide is beautiful. And, of course, what i think is the single most powerful or most important verse of it all (or at least the one which defines it) --Farewell to the forgotten-- is sublime in a subtle and simple way (which is always very hard to achieve and very worth whatever trouble it might have taken). I feel like the poem's a bit overloaded with old english at the beginning, but it's really a great piece.