"The Thin Line," Part N
"i think it's a sentiment often expressed in ballads, sir."
Story Challenge #2
"i know pretty much everything from our first two lps, including the ballads-" "and we're sick of playing the ballads. we're sick of everyone calling us sellouts. our new material is heavier for a reason, you know."
Triumph and Tragedy (A battle ballad)
A ballad seemed like a good idea to satisfy the prompt. anyway, here is my first attempt at what may or may not be considered poetry.
The Ballad of the Goat
One would presume The Goat to be a regular, run of the mill goat. But one should be wary of goats, as their intellect far surpasses the one of humans. And this goat is special in its own kind. The Goats is well known for its antics, having broken up a...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 12
Chapter 12: the ballad of siljna now understand when i tell you that the land as we know it has existed far longer than even the wolves. it has seen the forming of dark seas, and the thrust upward of land. and with land came bright spring green.
Silent Spirits
An unsung ballad waits within, the smokey clouds of sand. for as long as judging hearts, refuse to understand.
The Ballad of Terry Chaplet
It wanders the ways, on the wires it stays, the ballad of poor terry chaplet." "the praries'll tell you they see him no more. the sheriffs'll claim that they slew him.
Clean-Up on Aisle 1
#2 of the ballad of rosie and manny after far too long a time, here is the second part of "the ballad of rosie and manny," which appeared in my first patreon post. part three is also in that post, and part four is in the most recent post.
Hunter, Hunter
Seemed to fit the meter, and i picture this as being some sort of traditional poem or song or ballad that might be heard among the common folk down in the city.
The Ballad of Murphy and Luna Wolf
The ballad of murphy and luna wolf by carl blessing/murphy slaugh out of all of the furs in the entire fandom, what is it about this marten that made you choose me? i'm nobody special, i'm just an old marten.
The Great Orchestra
You, who whispers to me when i slumber, who announces the day with brightened hymns, punctuates my moments with battle cries and balladeers-- you, the saviour of my aural soul, lay your tattered cloak upon me; protect me from the perils of quiet.
Ballad of the Otter War
This poem follows the ballad poetic structure, written entirely in iambic pentameter. some of the rhymes feel forced, but the structure calls for fourteen of the same rhyme, so i had to use a simple word to maximize my options.