The Traveler's Respite

[Matthais777]

These are my selections of what i think is the best poetry i've written. You can find all of them (All the ones i've got typed up at least) at http://matthais777.deviantart.com/ and if you read stuff there, please comment, i'm a attention whore and like it when people tell me what they think about my stuff, good or bad.


In the Heart of the Tower


For there once was a woman in a faraway land,
past desert stone and rolling sand,
who i loved more than one could believe
my feelings ran out for her as if through a open sieve
I wanted to give her something to show her my love.
but no jewelry, no gold, no pet dove
seemed good enough that i should hand it to her
no, no diamond, no coat of fur
so i sat and i thought and strained my brain
to the point where it thought i would go insane.
Finally i had it, i knew what i must do
so across the land and deserts i flew
i came as quickly as i could and stood before her great tower
and picked a small daisy, such a cute little flower
I walked up the stairs up round and round
my feet clattering against the stones with a soft hushed sound
finally i reached her room and knocked on her door,
little did she know what i had in store.
She opened it and i gazed at her body with a sigh
from her luscious hair to her soft thigh,
She gave me a questing gaze as i stepped into the room
and for a moment it was quiet as a tomb
The finally i held out the very small flower
and in that very room at the top of the tower,
I said quiet simply "There was no gift i thought i could give you
no, believe me it's true
your wonder and your beauty surpasses any mortal thing i could give
no matter if i searched as long as i live
so it finally came to me, and so with this simple flower
in this room, at the top of this tower
i give the only thing i have worthy of you, and that would be
the very, very simple gift.... of me.
I stood and i dropped my robe to the ground,
fluttering to the stones with nary a sound
i stood before her laid bare in both body and soul
and let her decide what would be my toll.
for she is my love and i am her
and i cannot forever resist her allure
so i give myself up, body, soul and mind,
so that she may take them, and hopefully, to them be kind.

Her Wisdom

Pain, anger, frustration,
How can I fight my way out of a situation,
That I didn’t start, that’s out of my control,
I don’t have the strength, the stress is taking a toll
I’m suppose to be strong, I’m suppose to be wise
Yet despite my strength and size
I’m not even strong enough to face these foes
I am in such pain, I feel like it’s my death throes
Why can’t I find the strength deep within
Why is hidden, is it locked from some secret sin?
What can I do, Why can’t I release my power?
Why do I feel like all my strength is locked away,
Like I’m powerless, helpless, and I can help in no way
I can’t control anything and it’s all out of reach,
The words halt in my throat, gone is my speech
All I can do is lay my head on her shoulder and cry
The tears running down my face, I just want to die,
It’s all out of control and spiraling down
And I feel like I’m going to drown
I am comforted a little by her arms
And my heart is eased by her charms,
And wisely she said to me,
“Hush my knight, while I tell you the key,
To keeping happy and strong, despite the pain
Something that will guarantee that your power does not wain
Let it be, not even the strongest can fix it all
To even try is to fall.
So my sweet, dry your tears
And lay to rest your fears,
Because no matter how weak you feel
No matter how the pain makes you reel
You have to understand that you can’t do it all
If you try, you’ll only make yourself quite small
So share your load with me and let me hold your hand
And together we’ll be strong, together we will stand
Against the storms and rages of the times
Against the weather and the times
So rest your head my dear Knight, for do not despair
For I will help you carry your burden, I will be there.”
So I nodded and sleep soundly that night,
And in my dreams, my fears stayed out of sight

Autumn Rain

Autumn Rain

In a dark autumn night i sit and listen to the rain
each drop a note all its own, soothing any pain
the music of the rain plays sweetly in my ears,
as i dream of a distant lover, unbidding to my eyes spring tears.
not tears of sadness, do not mark me wrong
but tears of joy streaming down my face, adding to the song
drip drip drop little autumn showers
drop drop drip to feed little spring flowers
a cool wind flowing through the breeze
nature itself seems to wish me at ease.
I sit here and I write, the words flowing from my hands,
flowing over great distances, to faraway lands
my words drifting across the western sky,
to finally land in the hands of the woman who is my
all, my everything, all that and more
the woman who finishes my very core.
into her hands i trust this poetry
that someday, it may draw her to me...

Here is one Ebrion may like.....
Trusting her


trust, what a strange word to live by,
I think this is my hands are tied
a kiss on the lips, light as a feather
"do you trust me? I swear it will only get better. .."
do I trust her? She knows it is so
and I think about the question as she ties the silken bow
do I trust her? What a loaded question,
with only one answer worthy of mention
trust is that connection that binds us throughout time
is the rope that holds us together in kind
trust, more valuable than gold
yet so fragile, it frightens me truth be told
I place my life, my honor, my dignity in her hands
placing it in chief whose love is hotter than the desert sands
I have given up everything, given of my all
I have given it all to her, I answer her back and call
do I trust her? Words are weak and quickly rocked
but actions strengthen our bond and I've thrown my lot
she kisses me one more time before the light ceases to shine
I've done it, I had done what I must
to show her the truly, she has my trust.

In hindsight, this particular poem makes me want to cry, but it is one of my better ones, so....

Sakura Petals

Sakura Petals floating in the breeze
In a moonlit lake, by which we lay with ease
Her hand in mine, my hand on her
Relaxing like to well fed cats, even a purr
Her emerald flash in the moonlit night
My deep blue ones taking in the sight
Her long red hair, it flows like a waterfall of fire
Wreathing her head, her body more beautiful than music from the Lyre
We sit and stare at the moonlit lake
The petals floating on the moon, but I cannot shake
That something is wrong, something does not make sense
What could be wrong? What is making me so tense?
I run my hand through her hair,
As I think “It does not matter, I do not care.”
I lean down and kiss her cheek
She turns and returns with a kiss that makes me feel weak.
We both smile as we break the embrace
The love between us dances clearly on our face.
We speak softly, no more than the coo of a dove.
“Agape, Eros, Phillia, It is all naught but love.”
Finishing our mantra, our special code
We embrace again, but something still forebode
Disaster and calamity for our affair,
As I reach for one final kiss
A loud ring sounds, signaling something is amiss
She shatters like glass beneath the horrible sound
She, the tree, the moon, shattered to never be found.
I shoot upright in my grey little room
My alarm ringing, the clock work bringer of doom.
I crush the offender beneath my fist, tears running down my face
Morning has come, and she has left without a trace.
I am completely alone as I stare into space
My tears fall onto my blanket, leaving a salty waste
Two long years I must wait,
Before I and my lover meet, I do not doubt it, it is fate
But for now all I have is dreams and hope
That is all I have for two years to help me cope
But I can do it, I will be strong
For love gives me strength, for true love is never wrong.
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Darksteel?


Darksteel gets kittens, i get bunnies. It works.

I am a servant of Christ, and a Knight Paladin for Justice, Righteousness, Chivalry, and Good!!!...
And I like to beat the living hell out of bad Guys.

1. Thou shalt respect all weaknesses, and shalt constitute thyself the defender of them.
2.Thou shalt not recoil before thine enemy.
3.Thou shalt never lie, and shall remain faithful to thy pledged word.
4.Love can deny nothing to love.
5.Thou Shalt give the utmost Respect to all Woman.
6. Thou Shalt be unwavering in thy loyalty to Comrade, Brothers in Arms, and God.
7.Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.
8.Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love.
9. A true lover does not desire to embrace in love anyone except his beloved.
10.A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved.
11.Thou shalt be everywhere and always the champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.

[Matthais777]

I have the proud satisfaction of knowing that my poems have scared some people. These one's have made people give me second glances, and knowing that a poem is powerful enough for people to take it to heart is quiet nice. So here are some of my darker poems....

To be a Beast

I feel prey near,
And I feel prey begin to fear.
I feel my muscles begin to flex
And the hunt is on, as if in some ancient text
I am a animal, I am a beast!
Eye of the tiger, I will have my feast!
So what am I in this moment?
In this time of torment?
Am I man or am I beast,
When I’m at my least,
When my primal needs are my only care?
And all I wish is to be left alone in my lair,
Or when I am a angry bear,
Ready to maul on a dare
Or chasing a woman fair,
With lust my only care
When my only care is that of satisfaction,
What am I, except just a being of action?
A being of want and need
With no cause, except that of the feed!

The Demon

Oh snarling beast of my creation
I look upon you with sick fascination
Blood of friends and foes pores from your jaws
Their lives ended with your claws
Is this what i wanted? Is this what I sought?
Oh, my soul! What payment have I wrought?
I created you o beast to guard my deepest fears
That I am a creator of nothing but tears
that deep within my secret heart
I, the demon’s rage that tears my soul apart
So I strove to bury it deep
And created you oh beast in my sleep
To guard my dreams and fears
No one saw, but from the depths you peered
You bid your time, you laid in wait
And you fed on my heart’s ache
Today the final straw was placed
And now only terror abides in this waste
I should have seen you foul demon
I shouldn’t have fed your gluttonous run
With the hate and anger of my soul
So now, I will pay the final toll
I banish you oh demon to the depths of hell
And to keep you there, I will follow as well


I think my friends fear my anger more because of this poem than my actual strength sometimes....
True Hatred


I didn't know it was even possible
to hate this deeply, it's almost laughable
to hate with such a black red flame
yet be forced to remain tame
hate, like a burning fuel in my soul
the flames licking my heart, turning it black as coal
my only shield for love, it seems moronic
yet what has been done just makes me sick
I want to rip, to crush, to tear, to maul
I want to laugh with satisfaction as my foe falls
I want to tear out his heart and show it down his throat
but he is so far away, I don't know if I can cope
every day that passes, he twists the knife deep within my heart
the sword of his evil tearing me apart
I'm in night with his princess in a faraway land
he, the true ruler of desolate wastes over a sea of sand
he creates his evil, and uses my love as a shield
laughing in my face as she protects him, and will not yield
how I hate him, words cannot do it justice
he has scarred my heart, attacked my bliss
so I will wait, silent and cold
until the day my plan can unfold
she will come and leap into my arms
and I will finally be a will to protect her from all harm's
then I will wrap my hands around his neck
and with my hatred, his breathing check
I will tear apart his body, crushes pathetic bones
call it evil if you will, for this is one at I will not atone
when I leave him for the dogs to feed
I will hold her close, I will fill her need
and I will take her home to our faraway castle
a place of dreams, color, like a painting in pastel
on that day of blood and pain
I will feel nothing, no shame
I will take my revenge and not an ounce more
even if it stains my very core
but for now, she stands in my way
and for the greatest love that any man can tell
my hatred... my pain, I will quell
think me a coward if you must
but then, you have never known love I trust
I will suppress my hate because she asked it of me
so for her... tamed I will be…
but Someday, she will set me free
and my mighty hatred will burn like the sun over a glassy sea
I will take his fist and crushed beneath my own
and on that day, he will reap what you sow
but for now, I will dwell in her arms, even if it means unrest
for love to quell hatred, for love’s power is greatest[/u]
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Darksteel?


Darksteel gets kittens, i get bunnies. It works.

I am a servant of Christ, and a Knight Paladin for Justice, Righteousness, Chivalry, and Good!!!...
And I like to beat the living hell out of bad Guys.

1. Thou shalt respect all weaknesses, and shalt constitute thyself the defender of them.
2.Thou shalt not recoil before thine enemy.
3.Thou shalt never lie, and shall remain faithful to thy pledged word.
4.Love can deny nothing to love.
5.Thou Shalt give the utmost Respect to all Woman.
6. Thou Shalt be unwavering in thy loyalty to Comrade, Brothers in Arms, and God.
7.Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.
8.Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love.
9. A true lover does not desire to embrace in love anyone except his beloved.
10.A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved.
11.Thou shalt be everywhere and always the champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.

[Lordofdarknessraven]

Duse. Thats all I can say...Dude.
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I WILL RULE THE WORLD!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

If you call me cute I will KILL you!

[Lady_Dragon]

Beautiful, love.
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I Slash, Therefore I Am

[Alyss]

Nice work, man. Though I know dick about poetry so my opinion is worth nothing on the matter.
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"Never to forgive. Never to forget. Never to heal."

ELOISE ARMISTICE [CR 8]
Female human rogue 7/fighter 1
LN Medium humanoid (human)
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Init +7; Senses Listen +16, Spot +16
AC 18, touch 15, flat-footed 18; Uncanny dodge
(+3 Dex, +3 armour, +2 deflection)
Hp 31 (8 HD)
Fort +4; Ref +8; Will +5; Evasion
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee Tomorrow +11/+6 (1d6+3/18-20)
Base Atk +6/+1; Grp +7
Atk Options Sneak attack +4d6, Powerful Charge
Special Actions Improved Feint, petrifying gaze (30 ft., DC 15 Fort or turned to stone permanently)
Combat Gear Push gloves (Target creature DC 18 Reflex or pushed back 5 ft. and loses next move action)
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Abilities Str 13, Dex 16, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 12
SQ Trapfinding, evasion, trapsense +2, uncanny dodge
Feats Combat Expertise, Endurance, Improved Feint, Iron Will, Powerful Charge, Weapon Finesse
Skills Bluff +10, Diplomacy +9, Disable Device +7, Hide +13, Jump +14, Knowledge (local) +10, Knowledge (the planes) +4, Listen +16, Move Silently +13, Open Lock +8, Search +7, Spot +16, Tumble +10
Possessions 'Tomorrow' (+2 adamantine rapier of deadly precision), +1 leather armour, coat of protection +1, ring of protection +1, goggles of night, push gloves, alert anchor masterwork thieves tools
Flaws Shaky (-2 penalty on ranged attack rolls)

Eloise is 18 years old. She is 5’ 6”, has pale, white skin, and dark purple hair down to her shoulder-blades. Her eyes are dark purple as well, almost black, and have a strangely unpleasant aura about them. She wears a long black dress and a red coat over it. A snake dripping corrosive venom onto a holy symbol is tattooed in black on her neck. She speaks with a clear, but not thick, Irish accent.
ELOISE ARMISTICE [CR 25]
Female manuitor rogue 21/fighter 4
LN Medium humanoid
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Init +11; Senses Listen +37, Spot +37
AC 34, touch 22, flat-footed 34; Improved uncanny dodge
(+7 Dex, +5 armour, +5 deflection, +7 natural)
Hp 247 (25 HD); Diehard, defensive roll; DR 5/slashing
Fort +12; Ref +19; Will +18; Improved evasion, slippery mind
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee Manipulator +33/+28/+23/+18 (1d4+14 plus 1d6 cold/17-20)
Base Atk +19/+14/+9/+4; Grp +24
Atk Options Sneak attack +11d6, Powerful Charge, penetrating strike
Special Actions Improved Feint
Combat Gear Push gloves, Manipulator
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Abilities Str 20 (+5), Dex 24 (+7), Con 20 (+5), Int 20 (+5), Wis 18 (+4), Cha 18 (+4)
SQ Trapfinding, evasion, improved evasion, uncanny dodge, improved uncanny dodge, slippery mind, defensive roll, inexpressive, unchangeable
Feats Blind-Fight, Combat Expertise, Endurance, Epic Will, Diehard, Improved Critical (kitchen knife), Improved Feint, Improved Initiative, Improved Toughness, Iron Will, Powerful Charge, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (kitchen knife), Weapon Specialisation (kitchen knife)
Skills Bluff +33, Climb +43, Diplomacy +8, Disable Device +34, Hide +41, Jump +43, Knowledge (local) +13, Knowledge (the planes) +7, Listen +37, Move Silently +41, Open Lock +37, Search +35, Spot +37, Tumble +38
Possessions ‘Manipulator’ (+7 adamantine kitchen knife of cold, allows holder to cast puppeteer [CL 20th, DC 14] and shadow landscape [CL 20th, DC 23] at will), ‘Armistice Dress’ (confers a +5 armour, deflection and natural armour bonus, and a +10 competence bonus to Bluff, Climb, Disable Device, Hide, Jump, Listen, Move Silently, Open Lock, Search, Spot, and Tumble), ‘Red Coat’ (confers +6 enhancement bonus to each ability score), goggles of night, push gloves (creature touched DC 18 Reflex or pushed back 5 ft. and loses next move action), masterwork thieves tools

Eloise looks just as she did when she was human, her now-wooden body beautifully carved to resemble herself when she was 18 years-old. Despite the workmanship, it is clear that is now a stringless, animated marionette. She speaks with a clear, but not thick, Irish accent, though her mouth never moves.
TRIGORIN D’CANNITH
Male human aristocrat 1/rogue 3/dragonmarked heir 4
LN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +3; Senses Listen +5, Spot +5
Languages Common, Elvish, Halfling
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AC 21, touch 14, flat-footed 18
(+3 Dex, +6 armour, +1 deflection, +1 natural)
Hp 45 (8 HD)
Fort +6; Ref +10; Will +8, Evasion, trap sense +1
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee +2 keen longsword +8 (1d8+3/17-20)
Base Atk +5; Grp +6
Atk Options Sneak attack +2d6
Special Actions Improved Feint
Spell-Like Abilities make whole (1/day, CL 5th), mending (2/day, CL 5th), minor creation (2/day, CL 11th), fabricate (1/day, CL 15th)
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Abilities Str 12, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 18
SQ Trapfinding, evasion, trap sense +1, House status
Feats Combat Expertise, Favoured in House, Greater Dragonmark, Improved Feint, Least Dragonmark, Lesser Dragonmark
Skills Bluff +15, Diplomacy +19, Disguise +10, Gather Information +15, Intimidate +17, Listen +5, Search +6, Sense Motive +12, Spot +5
Possessions +2 keen longsword, +1 breastplate, glamerweave coat of protection +1, ring of dexterity +1, ring of charisma +2, amulet of natural armour +1

Trigorin stands at 6 feet and 3 inches. He has short hair and a moustache, both a deep shade of brown. His grey-blue eyes sparkle with intelligence, and he favours clothes in dark shades of blue. His English accent is clearly the product of a wealthy upbringing.
SASHA [CR 7]
Female manuitor archivist 6/monk 1
LG Medium humanoid
Init +2; Senses Listen +3, Spot +3
Languages Common, Draconic, Infernal
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AC 19, touch 17, flat-footed 17
(+2 Dex, +3 Wis, +2 natural, +2 deflection)
Hp 36 (7 HD); DR 5/slashing
Immune Spells or effects that change size, type or subtype
Fort +8; Ref +6; Will +10; still mind
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Unarmed strike +5 (1d6+2) or
Melee Flurry of blows +3/+3 (1d6+2)
Base Atk +3; Grp +5
Atk Options Flurry of blows
Special Actions Dark knowledge (5/day)
Spells Per Day (CL 6th, spell save DC 13 + spell level):
0th – 4
1st – 5
2nd – 5
3rd – 4
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Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 16, Cha 10
SQ Lore mastery (Knowledge [dungeoneering]), still mind
Feats Archivist of Nature, Draconic Archivist, Improved Unarmed Strike, Master of Knowledge, Stunning Fist
Skills Decipher Script +5, Knowledge (arcana) +14, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +15, Knowledge (nature) +14, Knowledge (religion) +14, Knowledge (the planes) +14
Possessions Ring of intelligence +1, ring of wisdom +1, gloves of strength +1, coat of protection +2
Payerbook:
0 – amanuensis, create water, cure minor wounds, detect magic, detect poison, guidance, inflict minor wounds, light, mending, purify food and drink, read magic, resistance, virtue
1 – aspect of the wolf, blades of fire, cure light wounds, divine favour, lay of the land, light of lunia, magic weapon, produce flame, summon undead I
2 – aid, augury, briar web, burrow, cure moderate wounds, death knell, haste (swift), light of mercuria, restoration (lesser), summon undead II
3 – aid (mass), animate dead, bestow curse, blade of pain and fear, burrow (mass), call lightning, cure serious wounds, darkfire, holy storm, icelance, light of venya, meld into stone, poison, prayer, remove disease, safe clearing, searing light, speak with dead, summon undead III, thornskin, water walk

Sasha is a 5' 10'' living mannequin. She has an entirely featureless face, and is never seen without her long, orange, hooded coat. Her accent is a mix of Southern English and Israeli.

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