I need help from all you poets out there

[Angcuru]

Well, if you're going for something that can be done as a single action, that's what you need. Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner can't really be done in the middle of combat .

But what if what your casting requires several rounds? If you're making a spell circle, it's time to break out 'The Raven' - Good demon summoning poem.

 

[Wayside]

If this is supposed to be a Hakiu the middle line has eight not seven sylables.

English syllable counting has nothing to do with authentic Haiku.

Sounds like a good idea, but three-line rhymes aren't poetry, unless you're going for a haiku.

Two words: Martial, Coleridge.

You puff the poets of other days,
The living you deplore.
Spare me the accolade: your praise
Is not worth dying for.

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Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That e'ery fool is not a poet.

 

[Arravis]

Angcuru, if not the Raven, then Fungi from Yuggoth by Lovecraft! Or, actually, your best bet would probably be Lord Dunasy (sp?).

A few lines from The Fungi From Yuggoth for inspiration:

"It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers;
Where every unplaced memory has a source;
Where the great river Time begins its course
Down the vast void in starlit streams of hours.
Dreams bring us close... but ancient lore repeats
That human tread has never soiled these streets"

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or:

"Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings,
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind's swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But oh! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!"

---

And lastly...

"Out in the mindless void the demon bore me,
Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space,
Till neither time nor matter stretched before me,
But only Chaos, without form or place.
Here the vast Lord of All in darkness muttered
Things he had dreamed but could not understand,
While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered
In idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned.

They danced insanely to the high, thin whining
Of a cracked flute clutched in a monstrous paw,
Whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combining
Gives each frail cosmos its eternal law.
'I am His Messenger,' the daemon said,
As in contempt he struck his master's head."

-H.P. Lovecraft

 

[Cedric]

Faery Fire, Summon insects, warp wood, Neutralise poison, Cure light wounds, cure serious wounds, Dispel Magic, detect magic

Faerie Fire

I'm trying to set you alight
To make you nice and bright
Easier to see you
Easier to hit too
This should be a heckuva fight

Summon Insects

Bugs they are a commin
I know that I called up somethin
But I'd have it made
In chicks I would wade
If only this spell would bring women

Warp Wood

Breaking, twisting and bending
It's wood I am a rending
Makes me mad
I don't sing that bad
To turn lumber into kindling

Neutralize Poison

Perfect for changing your fate
When poisoned by someone you hate
But I cast it a lot
When I've been a sot
For a hangover cure it is great

Cure light wounds

A bit of wounds I am healing
Cause your hurting I am seeing
Help your luck
In the future duck
And it's better you'll be feeling

cure serious wounds

You're hurt worse I can see
Maybe dead you could be
I'll help a bit
You wounds I'll knit
But next time I'm charging a fee

Dispel Magic

Some magic you have there you do
Aye, you know a trick or two
But enjoy it fast
It ain't gonna last
Cause I know a good trick too

detect magic

What is it my poor eyes see
Just whatever could it be
An item or spell
Soon I can tell
For spying magic I have the key

Well, maybe not any good, but all original...heh

Cedric

 

[Gimble]

Detect Magic:

When I talk funny and wave my hands
I can find the magic of all the lands
But with Gimble the bard
It's never that hard
For the real magic is in his pants.

 

[Angcuru]

It can be argued that the Illiad/Odyssey is acutally a poem.

 

[caudor]

Nothing like a little Willy Wonka for a little borrowed inspiration. How about cure light wounds...

Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do
I have a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-dee
If you are wise, you'll listen to me

What do you get when you're struck by a foe?
A bruise, or a cut, or loss of a toe.
What do you think that I'm going to do?
How about a lit-tle song...for....you:

A melody of healing

Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-da
If you're not careless, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do

 

[Maerdwyn]

It can be argued that the Illiad/Odyssey is acutally a poem.

It would be hard to argue that they are not poems, wouldn't it?

 

[Steverooo]

Faery Fire

I call upon the Faery Fire,
To lime those to whom I show ire,
Outline them in light,
And make them grow bright,
Allow me to make them retire!

 

[Steverooo]

Summon Insects

I summon The Swarm to my aid,
Let them be my flame and my blade,
Stinging and biting,
Let them do my fighting,
Low let my foes now be laid!