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TheQuietBisharp
Official Terrarian
Zombie Fate
Shambling endlessly with no goal in sight
Doomed forever to destroy and fight
No worthy drops like Souls of Flight.
These are the days of a zombie
Moon turns red
Humans fear the dead
Zombies are well-fed.
These are the days of a zombie
Early game threat
Make any child fret
Something not to be met
These are the days of a zombie
Hardmode comes around
Not scary is our sound
Reduced to a pile on the ground
These are the days of a zombie
Put to rest
By the best
No longer a slaughter-fest
The days of a zombie have ended.
Shambling endlessly with no goal in sight
Doomed forever to destroy and fight
No worthy drops like Souls of Flight.
These are the days of a zombie
Moon turns red
Humans fear the dead
Zombies are well-fed.
These are the days of a zombie
Early game threat
Make any child fret
Something not to be met
These are the days of a zombie
Hardmode comes around
Not scary is our sound
Reduced to a pile on the ground
These are the days of a zombie
Put to rest
By the best
No longer a slaughter-fest
The days of a zombie have ended.
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TheQuietBisharp
Official Terrarian
Yeah, go ahead.
@TheQuietBisharp @Lord Llama @SilverHexxitFights
Sorry for the infrequent updates but I've been busy, my apologies!
Free'd from below but morphed forever,
Is this liberty, This intriguing endeavor?
Or just agony of potential lost, severed.
I guess my life is not all that bad,
My master is daring and frankly quite mad.
The jungle is a place we've explored as of late!
If you don't use caution there lies your fate.
I have seen hornets and slimes of all kind,
but also some loot and many rare finds.
This life ain't so bad I'm still settling in,
Living as a creature, a monster amongst men.
I'm deformed sure but I've got my charm.
So far smooth sailing and no sign of harm.
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Eye of The Corrupter edition three:
The reasoning for said adventure into the the jungle is numerous,
But his intent to craft the Grass Blade is powered by a rage that is furious.
He has long desired to obtain this sword.
It would only secure his position as a lord.
So on this adventure we embark daily, all aboard.
With this he shall be able to conquer a goblin horde.
But the jungle and it's spores are shrouded in risk.
The reward worth it from the sword to the Thorn Chakram disk,
danger apparent and heavily present, all who enter must proceed with care.
If you venture to where the Jungle lies, if you dare.
We gear up for the first mighty enemy we shall face,
The majestic queen bee will be the last of her race!
@TheQuietBisharp
@Lord Llama
And Check out @SilverHexxitFights' suggestion: Here
Eye of The Corrupter edition three:
The reasoning for said adventure into the the jungle is numerous,
But his intent to craft the Grass Blade is powered by a rage that is furious.
He has long desired to obtain this sword.
It would only secure his position as a lord.
So on this adventure we embark daily, all aboard.
With this he shall be able to conquer a goblin horde.
But the jungle and it's spores are shrouded in risk.
The reward worth it from the sword to the Thorn Chakram disk,
danger apparent and heavily present, all who enter must proceed with care.
If you venture to where the Jungle lies, if you dare.
We gear up for the first mighty enemy we shall face,
The majestic queen bee will be the last of her race!
@Seeker -Thanks for being my first request!
Seek pillared high from the ground,
As he climbed further he could hear no sound.
This adventure into the sky will yield much,
but he must fight the sky dwellers; harpies and such.
I crossed the threshold of land to sky.
How I wished to have wings to take off and fly!
The world grows smaller yet,
this hight so far is a cause to fret.
Vast and unexplored is the world upwards.
Fighting off harpies as they come in, damned birds.
My sword swiftly slashes at their herds.
Vast and explored with untold tales.
I am further now in the sky, I must turn to take refuge from the gales.
In the distance lies a cloud fortitude in mist,
I shall reach it, I insist.
It's temptations I cannot resist.
My strives to reach it shall persist.
As dawn draws near I am inches away.
My curiosity shall dissipate this day.
I can touch it now, I reach out.
I swing with my pick into the gaseous block.
Surprisingly my pick mined it with a thundering shock.
As I dug into the cloud I could gaze through its transparency.
Achieving this goal fills me with complacency.
But as I am on top of the cloud I see a house positioned afloat.
The home of a humble giant or a beastly dragon may live in this castle with the sky as its moat.
Fearfully I contemplate my next decision,
Do I go in? No, I lack the ignition.
The house a hue of blue with gold plated edges.
More gold in the blocks than can be pulled with many dredges.
Enticing me to enter but the next move is mine.
I choose to retreat and come back whilst the sun's light will still shine.
@TheQuietBisharp @Lord Llama
Seek pillared high from the ground,
As he climbed further he could hear no sound.
This adventure into the sky will yield much,
but he must fight the sky dwellers; harpies and such.
I crossed the threshold of land to sky.
How I wished to have wings to take off and fly!
The world grows smaller yet,
this hight so far is a cause to fret.
Vast and unexplored is the world upwards.
Fighting off harpies as they come in, damned birds.
My sword swiftly slashes at their herds.
Vast and explored with untold tales.
I am further now in the sky, I must turn to take refuge from the gales.
In the distance lies a cloud fortitude in mist,
I shall reach it, I insist.
It's temptations I cannot resist.
My strives to reach it shall persist.
As dawn draws near I am inches away.
My curiosity shall dissipate this day.
I can touch it now, I reach out.
I swing with my pick into the gaseous block.
Surprisingly my pick mined it with a thundering shock.
As I dug into the cloud I could gaze through its transparency.
Achieving this goal fills me with complacency.
But as I am on top of the cloud I see a house positioned afloat.
The home of a humble giant or a beastly dragon may live in this castle with the sky as its moat.
Fearfully I contemplate my next decision,
Do I go in? No, I lack the ignition.
The house a hue of blue with gold plated edges.
More gold in the blocks than can be pulled with many dredges.
Enticing me to enter but the next move is mine.
I choose to retreat and come back whilst the sun's light will still shine.
@TheQuietBisharp @Lord Llama
TheQuietBisharp
Official Terrarian
I'm going to link this in my signature.
Seeker
Eater of Worlds
Not sure if there's been any more requests but I'd like to make an additional one if that's ok.
A poem about someone who finds 2 small patches of Crimson next to his Underground Jungle, emotions that would be conveyed are shock at seeing Crimson and Jungle enemies working together.
A poem about someone who finds 2 small patches of Crimson next to his Underground Jungle, emotions that would be conveyed are shock at seeing Crimson and Jungle enemies working together.
I'll add you to the queue but next time please post in the request thread.
Haha! Oddly enough you've visited it.
http://forums.terraria.org/index.php?threads/teals-personal-poetry-stand.13816/
Here is a Pixel's Piracy for @Pixel. I attempted it as a video and I'm looking for more subscribers if you're interested in seeing my work. It helps me have a more substantial like base for my works.
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@leaf9 @TheQuietBisharp
The Magic Cookie
Skeletron
I thought I'd make another poem, and here's what happened.
An empty piggy bank
How my life was turned foul and rank
That's how it all began
And how I became a shadow of a once lively man
I turned away from what was right
Eventually touched by death's icy bite
A product of greed wanting to be
Oh, the things I wish I could now see!
I now walk where the light does not touch
An atonement for my sins I do not like much
There, I grieve for what I could have had
Listen to my tale of a life gone sad
A coin, a coin, a treasure for all to see
Something to fill my piggy bank, empty as it may be
Playing with the others is much too boring
Give me more money, I'm imploring
Ten silver coins, that's not enough
I must have more, this isn't too rough
Don't bother me now, just let me be
I need more money, can you not see?
Five hundred golden coins, not enough I fear
Now I'm living on the streets, oh dear!
My money is too precious to be taken away
Even though I have nowhere to stay
The moon glows red, but I do not care
Moans and groans begin to fill the air
I will defend my prize with tooth and knife
I will not give up my money, not even for my life
That ends my tale of woe
To prove it I've got scars to show
To anyone who hears this message, to them I will say
Don't keep money, for it is a dark and deadly way
How my life was turned foul and rank
That's how it all began
And how I became a shadow of a once lively man
I turned away from what was right
Eventually touched by death's icy bite
A product of greed wanting to be
Oh, the things I wish I could now see!
I now walk where the light does not touch
An atonement for my sins I do not like much
There, I grieve for what I could have had
Listen to my tale of a life gone sad
A coin, a coin, a treasure for all to see
Something to fill my piggy bank, empty as it may be
Playing with the others is much too boring
Give me more money, I'm imploring
Ten silver coins, that's not enough
I must have more, this isn't too rough
Don't bother me now, just let me be
I need more money, can you not see?
Five hundred golden coins, not enough I fear
Now I'm living on the streets, oh dear!
My money is too precious to be taken away
Even though I have nowhere to stay
The moon glows red, but I do not care
Moans and groans begin to fill the air
I will defend my prize with tooth and knife
I will not give up my money, not even for my life
That ends my tale of woe
To prove it I've got scars to show
To anyone who hears this message, to them I will say
Don't keep money, for it is a dark and deadly way
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I'd like to thank all the amazing people who have participated in the Poetry Pavilion Team! Those of you that have committed and put effort into this project to make it spectacular I truly appreciate. First I'd like to do a short bio about the new members of our team.
Go check them out! They are great guys and deserve some attention. @TheQuietBisharp @The Magic Cookie
Disclaimer: Sadly due to complications @Qui Devorat's entry wasn't able to posted yet. We are looking forward to seeing some new poems by him very soon.
Here are the entries for this week's edition of the Poetry Pavilion!
Subsribed Users:
@leaf9
(We really would appreciate if you'd like to subscribe to see our daily and weekly content)
Application Details:
So recently the quality of the Poetry Pavilion has improved drastically due to our new influx of poets. We are elated to have these team members on board and can't wait to see more hop on the bandwagon. If you are interested in poetry and consider yourself talented at it go ahead and send me a PM and we'll gladly welcome you aboard.
Sincerely, The Ring Leader, Teal.
Avid pokemon fan TheQuietBisharp is a very intelligent gentleman and loves to share his creativity with the rest of the forums. Me and him have become well acquainted and I was personally elated when he decided to accept my invitation (after some egging)
The younger in our group with a surprising intellect. His in depth poems express a level of creativity and freshness that we all enjoy. His high wit and good spirits keep us all in check
Disclaimer: Sadly due to complications @Qui Devorat's entry wasn't able to posted yet. We are looking forward to seeing some new poems by him very soon.
Here are the entries for this week's edition of the Poetry Pavilion!
By @The Magic Cookie
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A detailed account of an adventurer's spirit and his actions
in a new land. Elegantly presented by the always fabulous
Magic Cookie. What a stellar gentleman!
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Across mountains of icy snow
And valleys where harsh winds blow
There lies a man, whose name has faded away
But his legacy lives on, even to this day
I'll tell you the story of this man buried under a beautiful tree
And how his extraordinary existence came to be
He appeared in a strange new world
Where everything was cubical and dragons in the sky swirled
A mane of jet black hair resided on his head
And happiness soon blossomed wherever he tread
His eyes twinkled with a keen curiosity
Which was only matched by his capacity for generosity
Off he went, traveling throughout the land
Building magnificent monuments of dirt, stone, and sand
Along his journey to explore the unknown
He met some strangers whose memories had been blown
They joined him on his wondrous travels
The mysteries of nature they unraveled
But trouble was brewing among the group
For one of them was a traitor, born to deceive and snoop
It was a grim day when she fled to the wilderness
Where she divulged his knowledge and whereabouts to the darkness
The creatures of the night slaughtered him before her eyes
And she suddenly broke down in tears because of his untimely demise
This girl, whose conscience was thought to be lost
Redeemed herself by carrying him to a burial ground covered in frost
After burying his body, she turned into a magnificent tree
To shield him from whatever elements there may be
And so ends the tale of this bold young man
So please, dear reader, do this if you can
Keep the spirit of adventure within
For people are rewarded for never letting their patience grow thin
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A detailed account of an adventurer's spirit and his actions
in a new land. Elegantly presented by the always fabulous
Magic Cookie. What a stellar gentleman!
--------
Across mountains of icy snow
And valleys where harsh winds blow
There lies a man, whose name has faded away
But his legacy lives on, even to this day
I'll tell you the story of this man buried under a beautiful tree
And how his extraordinary existence came to be
He appeared in a strange new world
Where everything was cubical and dragons in the sky swirled
A mane of jet black hair resided on his head
And happiness soon blossomed wherever he tread
His eyes twinkled with a keen curiosity
Which was only matched by his capacity for generosity
Off he went, traveling throughout the land
Building magnificent monuments of dirt, stone, and sand
Along his journey to explore the unknown
He met some strangers whose memories had been blown
They joined him on his wondrous travels
The mysteries of nature they unraveled
But trouble was brewing among the group
For one of them was a traitor, born to deceive and snoop
It was a grim day when she fled to the wilderness
Where she divulged his knowledge and whereabouts to the darkness
The creatures of the night slaughtered him before her eyes
And she suddenly broke down in tears because of his untimely demise
This girl, whose conscience was thought to be lost
Redeemed herself by carrying him to a burial ground covered in frost
After burying his body, she turned into a magnificent tree
To shield him from whatever elements there may be
And so ends the tale of this bold young man
So please, dear reader, do this if you can
Keep the spirit of adventure within
For people are rewarded for never letting their patience grow thin
By @Teal
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The saddened story of Trogem, a goblin who just wanted to tinker and invent.
Instead he found that his destiny led him to being exiled and shunned.
To his luck a brave adventurer comes to his rescue and changes Trogem's life for the better.
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Deprived and war torn sat Trogem in a state of intense contemplation.
How he longed for more, something new, an undiscovered sensation.
Bound and battered his mood lie somewhere between sadness and infuriation.
Those he trusted turned against him once more.
For what? To break all personality he bore?
Trogem a man of liberties and freedom restricted by his own creed.
Now like a farmer without anyway to plant seed.
Just another goblin who is punished for not enjoying making others bleed.
Oh but how he has bled for speaking his mind!
Bruised and bludgeoned by those of his own kind.
He recites to himself in his abandonment "What have I done?"
Undeserving of this consequence to be imprisoned without sun.
In the sprawling depths of the cavernous layer of the bowels and all their girth
He can hear a fire from... a torch... not of a hearth!
Someone has finally came to release him of these ropes.
This would affirm his lingering hopes.
A hero adorned in basic gear,
Has come to abolish this goblin's fear.
The champion was strong an unrivaled Terrarian man,
He kindly greeted the goblin and spoke of a plan.
Trading and commerce was of his desire.
The goblin be paid for selling seemed to be unfair and his favor much higher.
Thankfully Trogem agreed without more inquiring.
He looked forward to his new home he'd be siring.
The man led him out of the caves into the engrossing sun's rays.
This shall be a good start to many future days.
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The saddened story of Trogem, a goblin who just wanted to tinker and invent.
Instead he found that his destiny led him to being exiled and shunned.
To his luck a brave adventurer comes to his rescue and changes Trogem's life for the better.
--------
Deprived and war torn sat Trogem in a state of intense contemplation.
How he longed for more, something new, an undiscovered sensation.
Bound and battered his mood lie somewhere between sadness and infuriation.
Those he trusted turned against him once more.
For what? To break all personality he bore?
Trogem a man of liberties and freedom restricted by his own creed.
Now like a farmer without anyway to plant seed.
Just another goblin who is punished for not enjoying making others bleed.
Oh but how he has bled for speaking his mind!
Bruised and bludgeoned by those of his own kind.
He recites to himself in his abandonment "What have I done?"
Undeserving of this consequence to be imprisoned without sun.
In the sprawling depths of the cavernous layer of the bowels and all their girth
He can hear a fire from... a torch... not of a hearth!
Someone has finally came to release him of these ropes.
This would affirm his lingering hopes.
A hero adorned in basic gear,
Has come to abolish this goblin's fear.
The champion was strong an unrivaled Terrarian man,
He kindly greeted the goblin and spoke of a plan.
Trading and commerce was of his desire.
The goblin be paid for selling seemed to be unfair and his favor much higher.
Thankfully Trogem agreed without more inquiring.
He looked forward to his new home he'd be siring.
The man led him out of the caves into the engrossing sun's rays.
This shall be a good start to many future days.
By @TheQuietBisharp
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The tales of the Dryad told by the perspective of TheQuietBisharp.
In this new land the Dryad (presumably Xylia) finds a cause in
desperate need of a supporting role and she jumps at the opportunity.
She takes on the occupation as guiding light and trader to be a
beacon of light against the forces of darkness and their corrupt aims.
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You all know the Dryad, a really weird gal
How did she become the hero's pal?
She thrives in the jungle
All rough and tumble
Rumor has it she's immortal
Even worse, she came through a portal
She found our world filled with strife
The pain of it shot through her like a knife
She needed someone to lend all their might
So she wasn't a string, without a kite
Against all evil, she was a guiding light
She needed someone who would fight
When the great malicious eye threatened all that was alive
A young woman took the dive
With swordsmanship to make a grown man cry
She was the best, without a lie
The Dryad saw the potential she possessed
This is the one that can put darkness to rest
Approaching the lass, she presented an agreement
One so good, she couldn't lament
Just room and board, the Dryad asked
For cheap goods, and so she was tasked
To build a cozy room for the immortal grassy chick
And a good thing that our hero wasn't a hick
Built a huge jungle castle, fit for a queen
Topped to the brim with everything green
From that base they fought off the spirits of dark
Listen to their tale, all shall hark!
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The tales of the Dryad told by the perspective of TheQuietBisharp.
In this new land the Dryad (presumably Xylia) finds a cause in
desperate need of a supporting role and she jumps at the opportunity.
She takes on the occupation as guiding light and trader to be a
beacon of light against the forces of darkness and their corrupt aims.
--------
You all know the Dryad, a really weird gal
How did she become the hero's pal?
She thrives in the jungle
All rough and tumble
Rumor has it she's immortal
Even worse, she came through a portal
She found our world filled with strife
The pain of it shot through her like a knife
She needed someone to lend all their might
So she wasn't a string, without a kite
Against all evil, she was a guiding light
She needed someone who would fight
When the great malicious eye threatened all that was alive
A young woman took the dive
With swordsmanship to make a grown man cry
She was the best, without a lie
The Dryad saw the potential she possessed
This is the one that can put darkness to rest
Approaching the lass, she presented an agreement
One so good, she couldn't lament
Just room and board, the Dryad asked
For cheap goods, and so she was tasked
To build a cozy room for the immortal grassy chick
And a good thing that our hero wasn't a hick
Built a huge jungle castle, fit for a queen
Topped to the brim with everything green
From that base they fought off the spirits of dark
Listen to their tale, all shall hark!
Subsribed Users:
@leaf9
(We really would appreciate if you'd like to subscribe to see our daily and weekly content)
Application Details:
So recently the quality of the Poetry Pavilion has improved drastically due to our new influx of poets. We are elated to have these team members on board and can't wait to see more hop on the bandwagon. If you are interested in poetry and consider yourself talented at it go ahead and send me a PM and we'll gladly welcome you aboard.
Sincerely, The Ring Leader, Teal.
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The Magic Cookie
Skeletron
I love people who turn into trees.
Me too friend, me too.I love people who turn into trees.
TheQuietBisharp
Official Terrarian
Intelligent? Creative? Oh you, I'm flattered.
It's an honor to be here working with you guys, and I love putting my own twist on poetry. I predict this thread becoming increasingly popular.