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Shiny_deoxys
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Hey guys. I had to write this poem for a Creative Writing class of mine. I would tell you what it was about, but that defeats the purpose of posting it. It's in the Non-Pokemon Fics section, so it probably won't get any attention, but who cares. Anyway, here it is.
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The Banshee
Down by the banks of lake Laveir
Are many beasts we have to fear.
Around the woods these creatures roam,
With glaring eyes and mouths that foam.
Yet rumor says one stands alone,
A creature without flesh or bone.
With blood red eyes and long black hair,
And gown that nothing else could wear.
She walks among the sand and stone,
And sets a terrifying tone.
And when one sees her on her knees,
The heart does stop, and blood does freeze.
For as she kneels upon the beach,
She lets out an inhuman screech.
A noise that seems to force the soul
To focus hard on Hell below.
Leaving one to die in pain,
Of tortured soul, of heart, and brain.
At first I did not have the faith
To believe in this forsaken wraith.
I thought, “How could there be a beast
Who on the souls of men does feast?”
I told the town that I would go
And witness this uncaring foe.
The old men warned, the women begged.
Young children held on to my leg.
Yet I ignored their desperate plight,
For I alone knew I was right.
I had been taught not to believe,
In things that I could not perceive
And with provisions, a coat, and a pack,
I started the trail, and never looked back.
The flesh was weak, but spite was strong
I would show them they were wrong.
For days I traveled through the wood,
To prove something I knew I could.
And through those days I had no fear
Of what was waiting at Lake Laveir.
After days of toil and strive,
I came to the bog that was filled with life.
I will never forget the sight
Of seeing the marsh when there was light.
A simple swamp, a quiet place.
Peaceful, without life’s daily race.
“Ho ho!” I said with a happy grin.
“The town’s so dumb their heads caved in!”
And then to prove that I was right,
I slept upon the bank that night.
The very spot the beast would tread,
Is where I laid my measly bed.
I closed my eyes and went to sleep
Unaware of what did creep
Behind me as my soul did rest,
To cheat me in this mortal test.
I heard a twig snap in the dark
And saw the world, but cold and stark.
I realized I had woke too soon
When I beheld the half-full moon.
Upon my face I felt a breeze
And heard it whisper through the trees.
The wind, it seemed to turn my face,
With gentleness to the river’s base.
The light, which from the moon did beam,
Illuminated a marshy scene.
And though the night was black as coal
I saw that Thing which chilled the soul!
A woman walking on the stone
As clear as glass, not flesh or bone.
She stopped just once to look at me
And of her face I did clearly see.
Her eyes were not the fearsome red
That all the villagers had said.
But rather they were cold and pale
And seemed to tell a sad, sad tale.
A single tear fell down her cheek
As if she could not bear to speak.
In tears she turned her tender face,
With elegance and equal grace.
She walked about ten feet and then
She turned and looked at me again.
With sadness in her teary eyes
She turned unto the nighttime skies.
And then to God she spoke the word
The likes of which I’d never heard.
Her voice was calm, her tone sublime,
The diction in her speech did chime.
“Forgive me what I do this night,
But this poor soul though it was right
To come unto my aged domain
To take with him both faith and fame.
With thou Oh God, forgive my sin,
Open the doors and let him in.
And as I lay his soul to rest,
I show you that, I must confess
I hate this world of spite and pain
Where killers murder to get gain.
They have no faith, so I perceive.
They must see things with to believe.
This poor fool will be the proof
Whose faith has now long been aloof.
And now his soul will find no peace
While I do make his life decrease.”
She ended her song, both clear and sound,
And then she kneeled upon the ground.
The creature looked me in the eyes
And then she started from disguise.
Her hair grew tangled, her eyes grew red,
And filled my soul with silent dread.
She then began wail and screech
A moral lesson she tried to teach.
And as it fell upon my ears
It heightened all my earthly fears.
Stirring emotions of worry and pain,
I struggled, though it was in vain.
The creature’s voice did pierce my soul,
And drove my mind to Hell below.
And as I struggled my soul did languish,
As I fought this rushing anguish.
And then the horrid sound did cease,
But it did not my soul release.
And now I lay upon the sand,
Trying hard to understand.
Why I had to prove my faith
By seeing this forsaken Wraith.
I wish to tell the town the things
That the woman herself sings.
I would hope that they would hear,
Of the strange event at Lake Laveir!
Down by the banks of lake Laveir
Are many beasts we have to fear.
Around the woods these creatures roam,
With glaring eyes and mouths that foam.
Yet rumor says one stands alone,
A creature without flesh or bone.
With blood red eyes and long black hair,
And gown that nothing else could wear.
She walks among the sand and stone,
And sets a terrifying tone.
And when one sees her on her knees,
The heart does stop, and blood does freeze.
For as she kneels upon the beach,
She lets out an inhuman screech.
A noise that seems to force the soul
To focus hard on Hell below.
Leaving one to die in pain,
Of tortured soul, of heart, and brain.
At first I did not have the faith
To believe in this forsaken wraith.
I thought, “How could there be a beast
Who on the souls of men does feast?”
I told the town that I would go
And witness this uncaring foe.
The old men warned, the women begged.
Young children held on to my leg.
Yet I ignored their desperate plight,
For I alone knew I was right.
I had been taught not to believe,
In things that I could not perceive
And with provisions, a coat, and a pack,
I started the trail, and never looked back.
The flesh was weak, but spite was strong
I would show them they were wrong.
For days I traveled through the wood,
To prove something I knew I could.
And through those days I had no fear
Of what was waiting at Lake Laveir.
After days of toil and strive,
I came to the bog that was filled with life.
I will never forget the sight
Of seeing the marsh when there was light.
A simple swamp, a quiet place.
Peaceful, without life’s daily race.
“Ho ho!” I said with a happy grin.
“The town’s so dumb their heads caved in!”
And then to prove that I was right,
I slept upon the bank that night.
The very spot the beast would tread,
Is where I laid my measly bed.
I closed my eyes and went to sleep
Unaware of what did creep
Behind me as my soul did rest,
To cheat me in this mortal test.
I heard a twig snap in the dark
And saw the world, but cold and stark.
I realized I had woke too soon
When I beheld the half-full moon.
Upon my face I felt a breeze
And heard it whisper through the trees.
The wind, it seemed to turn my face,
With gentleness to the river’s base.
The light, which from the moon did beam,
Illuminated a marshy scene.
And though the night was black as coal
I saw that Thing which chilled the soul!
A woman walking on the stone
As clear as glass, not flesh or bone.
She stopped just once to look at me
And of her face I did clearly see.
Her eyes were not the fearsome red
That all the villagers had said.
But rather they were cold and pale
And seemed to tell a sad, sad tale.
A single tear fell down her cheek
As if she could not bear to speak.
In tears she turned her tender face,
With elegance and equal grace.
She walked about ten feet and then
She turned and looked at me again.
With sadness in her teary eyes
She turned unto the nighttime skies.
And then to God she spoke the word
The likes of which I’d never heard.
Her voice was calm, her tone sublime,
The diction in her speech did chime.
“Forgive me what I do this night,
But this poor soul though it was right
To come unto my aged domain
To take with him both faith and fame.
With thou Oh God, forgive my sin,
Open the doors and let him in.
And as I lay his soul to rest,
I show you that, I must confess
I hate this world of spite and pain
Where killers murder to get gain.
They have no faith, so I perceive.
They must see things with to believe.
This poor fool will be the proof
Whose faith has now long been aloof.
And now his soul will find no peace
While I do make his life decrease.”
She ended her song, both clear and sound,
And then she kneeled upon the ground.
The creature looked me in the eyes
And then she started from disguise.
Her hair grew tangled, her eyes grew red,
And filled my soul with silent dread.
She then began wail and screech
A moral lesson she tried to teach.
And as it fell upon my ears
It heightened all my earthly fears.
Stirring emotions of worry and pain,
I struggled, though it was in vain.
The creature’s voice did pierce my soul,
And drove my mind to Hell below.
And as I struggled my soul did languish,
As I fought this rushing anguish.
And then the horrid sound did cease,
But it did not my soul release.
And now I lay upon the sand,
Trying hard to understand.
Why I had to prove my faith
By seeing this forsaken Wraith.
I wish to tell the town the things
That the woman herself sings.
I would hope that they would hear,
Of the strange event at Lake Laveir!
