Tsar's Poetry
Posted: February 25th, 2024, 11:08 pm
DISCLAIMER: Most of this is purely writing practice for a fantasy novel I'm working on. I enjoy writing about wars and anti-villains. If you want to give feedback, please do. The serious part is that I honestly do wish that I was a hot girl with magic born into a European family and have the world bowing to me because I would be a princess. Girls are better than guys in 2024.
I should be a script writer for epic movies!
People who might be interested: @Lucas88 @Pixel--Dude
Here's my poem...
Tsar, long lost in a lonely place
Tears running down his face
Chains kept him down
The world denied him a crown
He arose from the depths of hell
Now he'll cast a cataclysmic spell
The world will burn in eternal fire
Billions will turn to ash in his ire
Listen to the song of gods and fey
For human civilization will end this day
Palaces will burn and crumble to ash
The hegemonic nation vanquished in a flash
A world remade by a being once cast away
Now all will bow and listen to what he will say
Flag after flag will fall into a forgotten story
Our human civilization cast into lost history
A symphony of tears and cries across the land
The hourglass of time will break...lose it's sand
Upon a heavenly palace he will walk to his throne
With the wings of a divine Valkyrie he will have flown
He will take his rightful golden crown and finally reign
The emperor of a world remade to remove all his pain
A world united under one monarch, one flag, and one crown
All the rest will join the bygone nations and in fire they'll drown
Hail his majesty, bend the knee, bow your heads in loyalty
Accept his righteous reign and pledge your undying fealty
This man is blessed by the deities and he purified Midgard
The forefront of a new era marked by his glorious vanguard
Summary of poem in easy to understand language: I have magic, I rise up, destroy the world in an epic conquest, I become Emperor then Goddess once my soul gets a new form, the nations are cast into ruin, world peace become reality, and everyone (who survives the Cataclysm) lives in paradise on Earth, and there's no more inequality or war, so I become a hero, deity, and epic majesty. Of course, it's just a fantasy story written out of boredom but I hope you enjoyed it and recognize my talent.
And as a gift from the deities...Tsar will have his soul removed from his body and become a Goddess (because I hate being a guy and wish I was born a hot girl. I'm not trans and I accept nature...I just really wish that I was a hot European bi girl or lesbian girl, and I'm proud of my wish. Sadly, my wish won't come true until my death and the deities give me everything that I ever desired)
I should be a script writer for epic movies!
People who might be interested: @Lucas88 @Pixel--Dude
Here's my poem...
Tsar, long lost in a lonely place
Tears running down his face
Chains kept him down
The world denied him a crown
He arose from the depths of hell
Now he'll cast a cataclysmic spell
The world will burn in eternal fire
Billions will turn to ash in his ire
Listen to the song of gods and fey
For human civilization will end this day
Palaces will burn and crumble to ash
The hegemonic nation vanquished in a flash
A world remade by a being once cast away
Now all will bow and listen to what he will say
Flag after flag will fall into a forgotten story
Our human civilization cast into lost history
A symphony of tears and cries across the land
The hourglass of time will break...lose it's sand
Upon a heavenly palace he will walk to his throne
With the wings of a divine Valkyrie he will have flown
He will take his rightful golden crown and finally reign
The emperor of a world remade to remove all his pain
A world united under one monarch, one flag, and one crown
All the rest will join the bygone nations and in fire they'll drown
Hail his majesty, bend the knee, bow your heads in loyalty
Accept his righteous reign and pledge your undying fealty
This man is blessed by the deities and he purified Midgard
The forefront of a new era marked by his glorious vanguard
Summary of poem in easy to understand language: I have magic, I rise up, destroy the world in an epic conquest, I become Emperor then Goddess once my soul gets a new form, the nations are cast into ruin, world peace become reality, and everyone (who survives the Cataclysm) lives in paradise on Earth, and there's no more inequality or war, so I become a hero, deity, and epic majesty. Of course, it's just a fantasy story written out of boredom but I hope you enjoyed it and recognize my talent.
And as a gift from the deities...Tsar will have his soul removed from his body and become a Goddess (because I hate being a guy and wish I was born a hot girl. I'm not trans and I accept nature...I just really wish that I was a hot European bi girl or lesbian girl, and I'm proud of my wish. Sadly, my wish won't come true until my death and the deities give me everything that I ever desired)