Fanwork: A Poem About Vendetta + Sword (758 Words)
There once was a hero, great and true
Who was offered power out of the blue
With arms open wide that gift he would take
And worlds free of evil he would make
There once was a Monster, terrible and strong
Curses he would accumulate as he moved along
Worlds he would burn and laws he would break
So that power he could take
The Hero took power from the peoples of all
So he could ensure they would never fall
Gifted life, innumerable ties
So that the Hero might yet rise
The monster's maw hungered true
For the life hidden away within me and you
Worlds were burned upon the pyre
Stacking ever higher
The Hero, he was brave and free
He raged against tyranny with glee
For no one could keep the Hero bound
And the people need not fear the iron fist with the Hero around
The Monster, he was a vile beast
No law could hold him, greatest or least
Societies he broke, monarchs filed with dread
At the beast's implacable tread
The Hero a holy sword did wield
To fight against all evil could field
A dream of justice and fairness too
Enough to change the world, this he knew
The monster a mighty weapon did hold
One to end all worlds, young and old
A great destroyer, the Monster held
And all who met his blade were felled
The Hero, mightier every day
Becoming stronger in every way
Nothing could stop him on his march
For the blood of evil he was parched
The Monster a thing of growth endless
Though not very strong now, I confess
Mighty strength, unbounded skill
Divinities it would kill
The Hero was brought to countless worlds
The banner of freedom, he unfurled
They praised him, that savior of light
The one who would never give up the fight
The monster the multiverse would tread
And all who saw it were filled with dread
Their decimated world was only the latest
On the Monster's path to become the greatest
The Hero and Monster are one and the same
And they're who I would choose for this game
For these next few verses, allow me to try
And convince you to come over and join my side
The story is many times told
Of struggle and strife of a Hero bold
Well worn I know, and repeated so
But there's still a chance here, this I know
For the Hero is not our normal lead
His soul to the pyre he would already feed
What glimmers of possibility could there be
In one as used to pain and strife as he
Not a lonely hermit nor an office drone
For the hero toppled Tyrant from his throne
What would a veteran like he make of this Quest
To grow ever stronger and become the very best
And now for a new discussion axis
The choice to grasp the almighty Praxis
For years and years of our own time
We've lacked the chance for Lore so fine
A chance to peak behind a curtain
Shouldn't be given up, this I'm certain
And the deepest lore, the most secretive possession
Won't be ours unless we pick Progression
Though it may seem risky to most
To forgo all power for later growth
But this choice we made in the days of yon
And we certainly managed to go Even Further Beyond
For the Diagram we studied young
In the realm of power we sat at the lowest rung
Yet all threats we outscaled via interactions
Enough to turn Gods into sideshow attractions
And never fear for the Slice of Life
Between the great Hero and his darling wife
Because possible that should still be
For looking back, it's plain to see
Though Nameless toiled through pain and strife
Even Further Beyond still contained Slice of Life
So I say that feat can be repeated
The Hero's frozen heart can be reheated
For with progression, nothing will be beyond his power
And from the Hero even death shall cower
Resurrection can be obtained, with great growth
To reunite the Hero with those he loves the most
Plus I think our interest it could snare
To have a protagonist like Baenlixnaire
Because though Nameless grew strong and great
He was still but a candle to Baenlixnaire's Hate
And to my last point this does me bring
After this verse I'll end this thing
You know it to be true, although it may make us dead:
You've just gotta vote for that
RED.
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Whelp, here's my contribution to the Fanwork pile. Contains the kind of terrible poetry and rhyming that you should expect from someone who's only creative writing experience is a 6-8 weekish course and a smattering of omakes written for other Quests. But hey, every little bit helps, right?
Kinda started out as something that could plausibly be in universe, but then it spiraled out of control when I decided "Hey, why not try to argue for votes in prose? Surely that is a perfectly good structure to communicate in that absolutely won't result in people misunderstanding you.
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