Oblivion's Jest Poetry#004
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The Fourth Play : Granted Vengeance
“The vengeful girl…Tyria, what assails her?
Where were the innocent girl
Now replaced by ice cold lady?”
The stage of fiery hell and ruthless play
Recited within her dreams endlessly
Cursing her in eternal recital
Of carnage and bloody affair
“Kill all the traitors!”
Father would sit by the fireplace
Flipping pages of a large librum
But that night he stood by the patched window
Sharpened sword at its hilt
Mother would sat by her girl
Singing lullabies calling sweet dream
But that night she held her girl close
In fear of being separated
Peaceful days had ended
Replaced by riotic carnage
The golden white mansion she lived in
Turned into crimson stage
+)She had yet to understand politic
Where people use words to strike others
Instead of noble fight
Father had taught her since she walked the world
She had yet to understand conflict
Where people poison each other
More than reasons why father
Had her carry their family sword
Oblivious to cruel truth
She carried her sword in pride
Oblivious to bitter reality
She dances in her small battlefield
Dreaming of leading men
Clad in crossed armor
Fighting infidels in land beyond
The seas of gold
Taking lives from those refusing the Truth
Succumbing traitors given up pride
Spreading Truth and Love
To lands beyond Horizon(+
Peaceful days had ended
Replaced by bloody affair
The golden white mansion they lived in
Turned into dark catacombs
Father fought till the last drop
Letting his beloved to escape
Mother entrusted the stars of her life
Returning to her betrothed’s side
The trusted servant
Brought the young lady
Who kept gazing toward the
Crimson stage of carnage
-)The rocking merchant cart
Carried the girl then
Whose eyes no linger brim with glittering hope
But by the ice cold vengeance
She vowed to herself
As she cuddled among goods
She shall quench her thirst
By blood of those who betrayed her
Carrying her pride
She vowed she shall have her revenge
to the royal family and kingdom
…and the Truth
Who let her family killed (-
The crimson sky reminded her
Of the ruthless play
In the horizon she saw the
Small hamlet she shall be condemned in
In that place she planned not to stay
For the whole of her life
Carrying her pride tight
To the place she belongs, the battlefield
“What of the ice cold lady?
Only Truth shall tell”
Paranoidmode : I know I mentioned this before and I'll keep on hassling you with this before you can enjoy these works, if you ever find yourselves in this page.
The Fourth Play : Granted Vengeance
“The vengeful girl…Tyria, what assails her?
Where were the innocent girl
Now replaced by ice cold lady?”
The stage of fiery hell and ruthless play
Recited within her dreams endlessly
Cursing her in eternal recital
Of carnage and bloody affair
“Kill all the traitors!”
Father would sit by the fireplace
Flipping pages of a large librum
But that night he stood by the patched window
Sharpened sword at its hilt
Mother would sat by her girl
Singing lullabies calling sweet dream
But that night she held her girl close
In fear of being separated
Peaceful days had ended
Replaced by riotic carnage
The golden white mansion she lived in
Turned into crimson stage
+)She had yet to understand politic
Where people use words to strike others
Instead of noble fight
Father had taught her since she walked the world
She had yet to understand conflict
Where people poison each other
More than reasons why father
Had her carry their family sword
Oblivious to cruel truth
She carried her sword in pride
Oblivious to bitter reality
She dances in her small battlefield
Dreaming of leading men
Clad in crossed armor
Fighting infidels in land beyond
The seas of gold
Taking lives from those refusing the Truth
Succumbing traitors given up pride
Spreading Truth and Love
To lands beyond Horizon(+
Peaceful days had ended
Replaced by bloody affair
The golden white mansion they lived in
Turned into dark catacombs
Father fought till the last drop
Letting his beloved to escape
Mother entrusted the stars of her life
Returning to her betrothed’s side
The trusted servant
Brought the young lady
Who kept gazing toward the
Crimson stage of carnage
-)The rocking merchant cart
Carried the girl then
Whose eyes no linger brim with glittering hope
But by the ice cold vengeance
She vowed to herself
As she cuddled among goods
She shall quench her thirst
By blood of those who betrayed her
Carrying her pride
She vowed she shall have her revenge
to the royal family and kingdom
…and the Truth
Who let her family killed (-
The crimson sky reminded her
Of the ruthless play
In the horizon she saw the
Small hamlet she shall be condemned in
In that place she planned not to stay
For the whole of her life
Carrying her pride tight
To the place she belongs, the battlefield
“What of the ice cold lady?
Only Truth shall tell”