turboblazer

Rage and fear doth wake neophytes at 'morn. Evil echos loudly on pale stone walls, Shredding weakness from their hearts. Some reborn As warriors answer their nations calls. Others take to shadows, fleeing evils' Light, but one-by-one the meek are routed, Banished, or empowered. That which reveals The strength in the soul of all that shouted To their lord a vow to ascend to heights Beyond measure; to forge legend by force Against those that destroy the given rights Of all those that stand; it pours from the source Of the novices' pain: might born from vim. Those that remain Aim High, Fly, Fight, and Win.

Darkness Hidden behind a twisted veil; the dark Amongst the light. Friends all too unaware The secrets held with his heart. The myriad, stark Imaginings: deceit beyond compare. His visage undisturbed and voice devoid Of quiver, he pulls the invisible strings By which our world does hang. Often he's employed These skills to steal from those who closest cling. The shadowed fiend toils undisturbed until A faithful slip occurs. Justice, too appalled By evil's purest form, cures the stricken's will With fonts of light undistilled, but unmauled Is the darkened form; he feeds upon the light. Intombed, he lays locked away, doomed by bli

The Nine Tailed Fox How will I perform this trick: changing form from fox to man? This skin is not my own! I long for something else! The human storm of power, this is what I seek. Alone I cannot perform this feat. I patrol towards these men, dying from their own. Spells protect the last remainder. What's this!? His soul is drawn to me, my fox form gone; a shell of who I am. But I feel hollow more than ever, more souls I do require. Skills for murder I retained, but ne'er bore this extra burden. Innocents fell; kills begot guilt. Murder is not the way. I, Ahri, join this "League;" no more need to die. © Jacob Miller 2011

The Sentinel's Sorrow I am a creature of Demacia's stones; The spawn of mortal: Durand. So long was I a vigil, a tombstone for these bones Long left by Noxian blades; alack of cause. 'Til on some day a youth did pass: Yordle, All but broken. Her eyes burned so brightly With a mission. My duty immortal paled compared to hers so mighty. Twas in that one moment I recognized That pain and pride ruled my life: a shell Of the glory I could be: fossilized By my own hubris: locked inside a cell. To the fields of justice I shall go, Galio, The Sentinel's Sorrow. © Jacob Miller 2011

Cataclysm Fire and Earth rupture forth breaking old stone; Death's Wings flap below, shaking Azeroth. Wind and Water wax their strength 'til all doth groan And shatter; His mighty reign; doom he shall wrought. High aloft heat His rage has brought, He flies Abreast the broken ground and belching seas. Pain does rain and flames doth fall: all life dies to his desire. Elements, a disease Across the land, skies and Oceans, dancing In the wounds caused by He, the Unmaker, He Who carved the World, He who sat idle, waiting In Deepholm, treating his wounds. Now decrees Warn: "Deathwing cometh to our gates, comes here!" They must know no

Conflagration of the Heart Your company is that which I enjoy most, Our laughter is always genuine, Consider this poem to you a toast, Despite my heart left in ruin. You seem to reignite the flame upon my heart, Cauterizing wounds left a year ago, But I damn this love, nay, do not restart! Submit and desire not this harpy. No! Stifle, bleeding heart upon my sleeve, Resist Siren's tempting actions, All her words reignite the cinders, only to cleave asunder once again your attraction! I know not why she burns memories long repressed, But know this: her intentions are not as guessed. © Jacob Miller 2010

Conditional My departure approaches by the day; And my chances die in these moments. Shall I wonder what could've been? Had I said what I never knew, Released my toxic brain stew, Told her every way I feel, Let from my heart emotions spill, Had she'd been sway'd by my words, Together in happiness, unperturbed, Or simply rejected, (as always) slighted, left crushed and unrequited. Then maybe we'd sit together still, Silently bonded by our unseen will? Or perhaps the awkward stumbling Would come from my heart crumbling. Then I'd leave but we'd hold firm, As no other can snare me like her. Or else I travel without her love, Pr

No refrain You camp, juxtaposed, like a wilted flower Begging for waters to console. But I cannot! even post an hour, Against desire, for this role Is filled by another, "there for you" from far away. But caring wanes more every day, for My feelings dare not contract. Today? I can wait, but not much longer. Nor Can I bare more to see your agony, Nor to resist an embrace if you permit. He can not stop me, not my Worry's tyranny, And if my heart must break, without regret! For it will be on my terms, so give me pain! It is all worth it, to break me from twain. © Jacob Miller 2010