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Love in emperium bloomed, through and through.
Let me tell you a sad tale , a lost whispered taboo.

The buried truth , why on Terra they shed blood.
An exposed love affair when lovers caught.

With crimson stained feather , life stream spew.

( the real reason behind Horus's betrayal ) that false emperor! ( and why the emperor need to sit on his throne )

Of good cover ev'ry army has need
But finding it can be tough indeed.
Bushes too small for hidin'?
Look, a Reaver class Titan!
Some sort of tactical geniu---CREEEEEEEED!

Manchu wrote:Very good, Orkeo. Speaking of which:

"I ain't scared a'nuvink, 'e sed.
Didn't stop da Boss choppin' 'iz 'ead.
Dem 'umiez'll baw
in da face uv a WAAAAGH!!
Cuz wha da Orkz kill, it stayz ded.

Sigged.

Luna can't seem to admit
The Imperial Creed is legit.
If EF comes by here
He'll purge her with fire
In an Inquisitorial fit.

Double post. Let me think of something else . . .

mopey haiku?

Spring of winter race
Unmasked beauty in my scope
Rifle slowly falls

There once was a man, a brave Cadian.
He fell for a pretty young maiden.
He deserted the war,
It was worth it, for sure...
'Till by the Daemonette his brains were ate-en.

Manchu wrote:Luna can't seem to admit
The Imperial Creed is legit.
If EF comes by here
He'll purge her with fire
In an Inquisitorial fit.

But even GW said everything you have been told is a lie! it makes perfect sense my poem xD

Innocents fear a fate not deserved.
A cry for help and salvation,
A cry to delay eternal damnation.
It is a cry often called, seldom heard.

While they pray for divine intervention,
The enemy decends.
We see that in the end,
Justice is lost, as is redemption.

Feeling a bit melachony tonight.

BTW guys, this stuff is great!

Try a cinquain. You need a title and five lines (2, 4, 6, 8, 2 syllables each) like so:

Chaplain

Skull-faced
Priest of Battle
Crozius blazing hate
And armored in the starless void
Of faith

A reverse cinquain (title, 2, 8, 6, 4, 2):

Russ Goes Fishing

Kraken
Hauled from fathomless chaos-brine
The sport of grinning Wolf
Hell's own terror
Thrown Back

Or a mirror cinquain (title, 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, 2, 8, 6, 4, 2):

Fall of Prandium

Seething
Swarm's uncounted
Jaws rip into world's flesh
Surging tide of slime-slick chitin
Digests
The garden-green jewel in Calgar's
Noble crown, her sap and
Blood now foul
Ichor

Okay, those wern't exactly cheerful either, lol.

I don't think I'm up for that, I'd prefer if there were little-to-no rules on this. I just want people to post any ditty they can think of (In a way that makes sense.)

So far you are the biggest contributor Manchu. Do you have a pevious history/past-life as a poet or songwriter?

The one about Russ was cheerful!

Prior experience? Not really, no. It's just a fun thread for me. I feel working with the rules can make you more creative.

I think the haiku really suits Eldar subjects.

Lament of Iyanden

wilting petal dreams
weary spirits roused forlorn
cold as silver stars

Calgars Day Out

Calgar looked up one day,
And to his great dismay,
He saw the garden eaten by Tryanids.

At this he got pissed,
And shook both his fists,
At the sky full of dastardly Tryanids.

He swore they would pay,
They then turned his way.
And he ran from those frightly Tryanids.

Prandium was food.
It was really quite rude,
Of those nasty, nibbling Tryanids.

The 40k backstory is the same.
G-Dubbs never advance it - so lame.
In Armageddon they tried.
But if Eldrad had died
Why does he show up in every game?



Ghidorah

There was a guardsman named Rictor
Who rode on the back of a lictor
They came back from the ride
With the guardsman inside
And the smile on the face of the lictor

There are few things more fun
Than a Magnacore-type plasma gun.
But don't fire too fast,
It's full of hot gas!
You may end up toasting your buns.

The Imperium or Federation,
Who would deal more devastation?
Well despite all thier plans,
The Star Trekkie fans,
Can't hold a candle to our Space Stations.

You only need browse them a tad
To see the fluff threads are quite sad:
"How Femarines do their hair"
"The Lost Legions are where?"
"Tau are good!"--"No way, they're all bad!"

Is there really a thread called "How Femarines do thier Hair?"

Go start one right away.

Emperors Faithful
His wily zealot's charms make
The Femarines blush

14 saves from the Dire Avenger guns,
The lone Termie must make saves, must make tons.
He said with a grin,
"For the Emporor, I will win!
Now I just need anything but ones..."



Ghidorah

A Templar Chaplain was fighting,
But he did far too much smighting.
He fought with a sister,
Made up and kissed her.
What came next is quite delighting.

Emperors Faithful wrote: Is there really a thread called "How Femarines do thier Hair?"

Just as planned.

o: o: o: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?!?!?!?!?

But...that must of taken some sort of tactial gen-CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!

I see what I did there.

Dakka is the bush
Behind which my Titan hides
Owain springs the trap

As an Inquisitor I must be frank,
That even Lord Creed I outrank.
But I must care,
Not to tease or star,
At the genius and master of outflank.

Thread started for lolz
Some take it seriously
Owain is surprised

There was a once a P&M blog
Where my modeling I did log.
This blog seems ignored,
So is it a bore?
This poem's a shameless plug.

There once was a writer named Goto
One word had become his motto
Multilasers are grand
when they're in the hands
Of the Emprah's Space Marines

Brother SRM wrote:There once was a writer named Goto
One word had become his motto
Multilasers are grand
when they're in the hands
Of the Emprah's Space Marines

That last line certainly reminds me of C. S. Goto. But then again, Sandy Mitchell thinks Tech-Priests wear white (before and after Labor Day, I'll wager) and the Orks are on a WWWAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!

Dawn of Haiku

Look Rhinos RHINOS
They hide in metal boxes
Let's take their boxes

-and-

Spehss Mahreens!

Despite voice acting being so heinous
Our deep strikes will be "simul-tain-ous"
With our brothers in SPEHSS
Death and defeat we won't taste
In the game that made Blood Ravens famous.

When I was
A young boy,
Warmaster took me down to High Terra
To see a marching band.

He said,
"Son when you grow up
Will you be the leader of the traitors,
the mutants and the damned?"

He said
"Will you defeat them,
The Emprah, and all his fool believers,
the plans that they have made?"

Because one day I'll leave you,
to lead them out of the Eye of Terror,
To join the Black Crusades."

When I was a young boy,
Warmaster
took me down to High Terra
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up
Would you be the leader of the traitors,
The mutants and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling
He's watching over me.
And other times the Gods simply say no.

Through it all,
The rise and fall,
The bodies in the Gate.
And though you're gone we all want you to know

We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on

And in our hearts we cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

The worlds that we send reeling
With decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill them all

Our Legion Black
We'll take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your legacy will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary children will march

And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of our peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at us
Cause we could not care at all

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world,
Will never take my heart
Go and try,
You'll never break me
We want it all,
We want to play this part

I won't explain
Or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer
For all the broken
Listen here
Because it's who we are

I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
I
don't
care

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
You're memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary children will march on
We'll carry on

We'll Carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your legacy will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary children will march on

Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part

Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part

I'm guessing that accurately sums up Abaddon.