Qui Devorat's Poetic request bar.

Qui Devorat said:
Yeah.
It's gonna be a lil bit longer considering that my meds are making me a little slow in this.
But I'm still taking requests.

Anyway, what is it that you desire?
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A poem of battle about a cryptic character, clothing colored mostly in purple with a mysterious cape, facing the challenge of the Celestial Towers and the Moon Lord with the weapons he gained from the Towers, if possible.
And I wish you good health against whatever ails you, Qui.
 
Virtuous Wanderer said:
A poem of battle about a cryptic character, clothing colored mostly in purple with a mysterious cape, facing the challenge of the Celestial Towers and the Moon Lord with the weapons he gained from the Towers, if possible.
And I wish you good health against whatever ails you, Qui.
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An enigma.
A mystery.
One that desires
To make history
A wish to be strong
A wish to be the best
Today, for sure,
Will put that to the test.

Collecting the tears
Of a thousand alien races
That have been snuffed out, extinguished
In more than a thousand Spaces.
By the impending horrors
And the darkness that follow suit
The dimension-crawling sons of chaos
Their quest is death, not loot.

But one by one the Pillar' radiant gaze
Turns to ash along with their dreams
As they are destroyed by the enigma
Their forms deconstructing at the seams.
They have carved a path of endless woe
That still festers, like a sore.
But it's now their legacy, for the Enigma
Has rendered their existence nevermore.
 
Qui Devorat said:
An enigma.
A mystery.
One that desires
To make history
A wish to be strong
A wish to be the best
Today, for sure,
Will put that to the test.

Collecting the tears
Of a thousand alien races
That have been snuffed out, extinguished
In more than a thousand Spaces.
By the impending horrors
And the darkness that follow suit
The dimension-crawling sons of chaos
Their quest is death, not loot.

But one by one the Pillar' radiant gaze
Turns to ash along with their dreams
As they are destroyed by the enigma
Their forms deconstructing at the seams.
They have carved a path of endless woe
That still festers, like a sore.
But it's now their legacy, for the Enigma
Has rendered their existence nevermore.
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Only 38 minutes and you come to me with this fantastic piece, thanks a lot, Qui. :D
 
Daniel Terrarian iOS said:
Hey, can I request a poem about anything? Just anything.
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The Nine.
Warriors from the Empyrean
Heading to the inferno
To purge the unclean
Scattering worshipers of chaos
To a fiery, surging doom
That rolls over the masses
Culminating in a plume
Partially smoke, partially dusted bone
Their victory over darkness
Shown on rain-slicked stone.


I was asleep, which is why this took so long.
my sleep patterns have gone weird >_>
 
Can I request a poem about my OC Black Fame?
He is a white advocate who always dresses in black and always has a huge long (like 3 meters long) guncase with him, though noone knows what is in it except him, and the mafia he works for as an hitman, taking out targets from long range. (30 km. plus)
 
Wyverntamer said:
Can I request a poem about my OC Black Fame?
He is a white advocate who always dresses in black and always has a huge long (like 3 meters long) guncase with him, though noone knows what is in it except him, and the mafia he works for as an hitman, taking out targets from long range. (30 km. plus)
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A sniper cultist?
 
Wyverntamer said:
Can I request a poem about my OC Black Fame?
He is a white advocate who always dresses in black and always has a huge long (like 3 meters long) guncase with him, though noone knows what is in it except him, and the mafia he works for as an hitman, taking out targets from long range. (30 km. plus)
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A man dressed in black
A killer his profession
Worthy kills are a waste
He abandoned obsession.
A sniper at his heart
The bullet in his prey
Like the Lion, he is fierce
Never gives up or goes away.

On his back lay his prize
A tool to gain his reward
A sniper rifle, likely
But possibly a sword.
But no one really knows
The contents of his case
Just like no one really knows
What lurks in the depths of Space.

His name is a mystery
A rumour in a dead mind
Possibilities abound,
But no confirmation found
So dead ends are all you'll find.
The only thing that approaches
to the concept of his name
Is the title he's been given.
"Black Fame."
 
Can I has Poem about a Terraria person I made up called Zero? Make it however you like, I haven't figured out anything for him. You might give me an idea for a story.
 
TechnoSphereZero said:
Can I has Poem about a Terraria person I made up called Zero? Make it however you like, I haven't figured out anything for him. You might give me an idea for a story.
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The -Uno number
The digit Zero
The name given
To a Terrarian hero.
Picking himself up
And arming himself fast
He makes himself an armoury
To allow him to last.

He shoots, he stabs, he burns
To the top of the food chain
Surviving to be the fittest
In a world for the insane.
Carving a home, a bulwark
Against the denizens of the Earth
Be they the living, a slime,
Or the rot that the ground gives birth.
 
Never mine qui do one about me being an angler cause I like fishing plus my new avatar is the angler he looks like a hobby from the lord of the rings.
[DOUBLEPOST=1439133677,1439133660][/DOUBLEPOST]Hobbit not hobby
 
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