Qui Devorat's poetry corner.

A murder mystery.
Poetic style.

I got an invitation
No reason why
so I was naturally convinced
that there was more than meets the eye.
I was piqued by adventure
instead of paperwork
filed by the police commisioner
my boss, also a jerk.
He could smell anticipation as well
as the occasional waft
of fire, brimstone and hell.
So he told me to drop the matter
knowing my hunger for the chase
My desire he was trying to shatter.
so I shoved my contract
Right into his face
with force to throw him off his chair
that got him off my case.
PARTE 1 COMPLETE. MORE COMING SOON.
 
PARTE 2
So as I stroll down the path
I push a fisherman into the pond
Just for a cheap laugh.
The path was littered with so many trees
The birds had one eye on each other
And the second on me.
So I return the sentiment
To a mansion up ahead
And the forest had by now
Become cold and dead.
The only sound being
The whistling of the trees
I kept both eyes to the path
Many things man sees
At the forest in the night
Curled leaves and twisting shadows
Giving the greenhorns a fright.
The cold of the darkness
Didn't affect me one bit
As the fires inside of me
Were having none of it.
So enough squabbling around
Let's head inside
And see the secrets
This building may hide.
PARTE 2 COMPLETE. MORE COMING SOON.
 
So as I step through the door
Into the gleaming hall
That looked all kitted out
For a fancy dress ball.
And I look into the corner
With a hint of surprise
Leering through the red void
That is my eyes
As on the floor
I see a dead man
With in one hand
A frying pan.
It looks like he tried
To defend himself
before he died
And as I move closer
I find the fatal attack
For a bloodied knife was stuck
In his (rather punctured) back.

Sorry for the shortness
But PARTE 4 coming soon.
 
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Lamentations on chaos

It creeps, it seeps
The infectious land disease
Disrupting the natural order
and forcing it to it's knees
It transforms and twists life
That doesn't escape it's clutches
And causing the survivors strife
As they battle family and friend
Locked in a fight for survival
That could easily spell their end.

And the issue with Light
Despite it being "Good"
It is just as full of spite.
With the wonderful Unicorn
Who will show how sharp
He can be with his horn.
And the pixies, cute eh?
But they come in a flood
And can hit you hard
Enough to make you spit blood.

And that, my friends
Is why I love neutral ground
The lesser and weaker beasts
Make it more peaceful and sound.
The green grass has the perk
Of not burning my skin
Unlike the embodiment of paradise
Or the wasteland of death and sin.
And since the corrupted have shedded me
I'm a force all of my own.
Keeping the power, but not dark or light
The purity is now to me home.

So all the hallowed Knights
Who follow the creed of their land
And seek to bury me and all else
With the killing blow from their hand
"Ab omni malo purget ut terram hanc."
I hear them chant to the sky
"Ego meum, non vestrum , non obscuro."
I utter back, time the fanatics die.

My contribution to a weekly challenge. Here is the link if your interest is piqued. http://forums.terraria.org/index.php?threads/teals-poetry-tavern.13216/
:D
[DOUBLEPOST=1425405467][/DOUBLEPOST]The story poem isn't dead yet, amigos.
I got plans. A poetry lord works in many ways.
 
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Pt 4
I spent a few minutes looking
At the corpse on the floor
And as I turn to alert someone
I notice an ajar door.
Into a seemingly dark room
Anything could be in there
From simple dust mites
To your worst nightmare
Pushing the door aside
I step into the black
And with a whooshing sound
Along with pain in my back.
Stinging in my stomach.
It hit me then
With a speed rare
Among mortal men.
Stepping into the lit hall
Claw marks on my belly
The sight disrupting the ball
And knowing the butcher knife
Lodged in my spine
"Remove the backscratcher please
If with you, it is fine."
I uttered, in pain
As because it was still in my body
It was slightly inhumane
To my senses and nerves
So when I find my attempted killer
I'll give them what they deserve.

PARTE 4 complete. Thought it wasn't coming back eh? ;)
 
Pt 4
I spent a few minutes looking
At the corpse on the floor
And as I turn to alert someone
I notice an ajar door.
Into a seemingly dark room
Anything could be in there
From simple dust mites
To your worst nightmare
Pushing the door aside
I step into the black
And with a whooshing sound
Along with pain in my back.
Stinging in my stomach.
It hit me then
With a speed rare
Among mortal men.
Stepping into the lit hall
Claw marks on my belly
The sight disrupting the ball
And knowing the butcher knife
Lodged in my spine
"Remove the backscratcher please
If with you, it is fine."
I uttered, in pain
As because it was still in my body
It was slightly inhumane
To my senses and nerves
So when I find my attempted killer
I'll give them what they deserve.

PARTE 4 complete. Thought it wasn't coming back eh? ;)
Pt. 4 for (ahahahaha pun) what?
 
Most people think of me as simply a man
Or something in human form
But let me tell you something
That puts me above the norm.
As powerful I may be,
I have another trump card that will test you
To the best and over your ability.
As I manifest outside my corpse
As a cloud of embers and smoke
A winding, twisting, churning mass
That will make you burn and choke
But that is only the iceberg's tip
As I enter your mind
And make your control slip
As I push you aside
And take over the wheel
As the skin from your boiling flesh
Already begins to peel
I control your body now
as I curl up at your spine
Your eyes, your ears, your mouth
Mine. Mine! MINE!
At least until I gain enough strength
Your body will be up for the task
Of containing my unholy essence
Your face, now my mask.
But my heat is too thickly
To contain me for too long
You won't die too quickly
If you are strong.
But until I have the strength
To craft a new physical shell
Your nervous system is my plaything
If you oppose me, then you'll suffer hell
But if friendly or neutral
I'll leave you in the seat
And give you a moderate fever
Comparably, this deal's neat.
 
Sir I bow down
to your person, and your skill
for you are a master of paper and quill.
Your songs and verses change completely my face,
as where there was a frown, there now is a smile of grace.
I invite you to continue your splendid display
It's been 14 pages, but no single dismay.
Your words have inspired, and will
countless people with minds that are ill
but not of a headache, or dementia or stress,
but ill by the lack of your creative bless.
 
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*Cracks fingers*



Well you know the melons
That have crawled to forum fame?
It appears they've adopted titles,
a humanoid form, maybe even a name
An experiment gone AWOL
The end result of attempts
To infuse a melon with a soul.
(It's actually fairly successful
Except for their face.
But not a serious problem,
It doesn't slow their pace.)
And the stores may be sold out
Of longcoats, capes and cloaks
So get hyped all Melon-lovers
For the Lords have arrived, folks.
Adding a Melon Council
To the Melon City Centre
All those seedlings have finally found
A role-model and a mentor.
 
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*Cracks fingers*



Well you know the melons
That have crawled to forum fame?
It appears they've adopted titles,
a humanoid form, maybe even a name
An experiment gone AWOL
The end result of attempts
To infuse a melon with a soul.
(It's actually fairly successful
Except for their face.
But not a serious problem,
It doesn't slow their pace.)
And the stores may be sold out
Of longcoats, capes and cloaks
So get hyped all Melon-lovers
For the Lords have arrived, folks.
Adding a Melon Council
To the Melon City Centre
All those seedlings have finally found
A role-model and a mentor.
beautiful
 
On my side of the world
There was a tussle
They didn't burst out though
From the shadows with a rustle
They were there in the open
Hacking each other apart
They had been doing it
At least since the start
Butchering and destroying
Without a second thought
Almost all finesse used by the pros
Will, here, prove to be nought.
Here you have to charge
Right into the fray
The only care in the world
Being wiping from your eyes bloodspray
Being a berserker is necessary
When dealing with these many a fool
That flock to my island (come and see)
I use Landmines and firearms to keep up
And blast my attackers all over a nearby tree.
I got pulped several times
but pieced back together by a God
Why the gods want to keep me alive
I find slightly odd
I can regenerate from some of those things
They throw at me
Vampire knives? Ouch. Terra blade? OW.
Except those, I'll be history.
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Sir I bow down
to your person, and your skill
for you are a master of paper and quill.
Your songs and verses change completely my face,
as where there was a frown, there now is a smile of grace.
I invite you to continue your splendid display
It's been 14 pages, but no single dismay.
Your words have inspired, and will
countless people with minds that are ill
but not of a headache, or dementia or stress,
but ill by the lack of your creative bless.
One way to make the closest thing to hell bearable.
XD
 
Pixel, Pixao or Paxel
The man with many a name
Belonging to an outline
Of which the meaning is the same
The creator of the section
Known as the Boreal Bookshelf
You can tell it's Boreal (polished too!)
For it smells of class and wealth.
Everyday and anyday
As he regularly checks up on it
To keep woodworm at bay.
He's also a fan of Deadpool
Which he will tell you aloud
And if you look at his wedding pic
You can see him in the crowd....
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@Pixel
 
Hack.
*Smack*
God moding.
*whack*

The Heavens
Fighting the good fight.
The Underworld
Helping the deadly night.

Blood Moon
Proving to nocturnal beasts
To be to them a boon.

Solar Eclipse
The darkness revealed
Of the world's heart.
Beaten, broken, never healed.

Pumpkin Moon
Horrors that roam
For monster trees to scarecrows
Where do they come from?
No one really knows.

Frost Moon
Known as christmas joy
To the denizens of these fields
And to former ones a ploy
To give these lands a scrub
With a annihilating swarm
But it will be the fires of their wreckage
Keeping their killers warm.

Lunar Event
The climax to this adventure
An invasion of the fourth kind.
So woe to those who found now
To be a good time to unwind.
But knowing everyone here
They'll race against the clock
But as always grabbing it by the neck
And tossing it out the airlock.
 
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