Lucyeth
#13700

1) In the ways of shattered ties life begins
One shall stand and fall
While the suns set to East and West

2) Among the warriors of both Clans past
Few stand still for peace
War ravages all and consumes our Ends.

3) War wages on, yet peace slowly wakes
Without one the other cannot arise
Ashes will linger on lips sun dew

4) Peace the lie we tell for war
War the mother of peace
Both shall birth us into nights embrace

5) Nights moon light brings wars sleep
Sun shall never wake death
Reaper will come, claim suns light again.

And thus it began

United under common goals
stars, shining as allies
stood strong and wise
until all was burnt to coals.

They fought as kinsman

Lots of promises were made
oaths not to be broken
betrayers for a few tokens
that now creep in the shades

That was the plan

Never intended to cooperate
they threw at each other
no more blood brothers
all returns to the cycle of hate

This fued has taken its toll,
after betrayal from a might foe,
the Sadows will learn that you reap what you sow.

Scholae Palatinae begin their their final ride,
setting their sights on the highest prize,
the artifact awarded will seal their pride.

Nearing the hour of the dead,
the Emperor pushes us all ahead,
for losing is not an option with all we have bled.

Strike down the enemy,
let them feel our power,
now is the time to make them cower.

Rally now as a Scholae
forward we will move,
victory awaits on this last finale.

Cold, yet a bitter sting
My head reels back
What does this planet bring
Hurt and stabbing in the back

The foul stench of betrayals brought
Seeks to end the friendships sought
Sinking down in a mire so black
Your hope cries out but cuts no slack

You try to make sense of it all
But reality strikes you hard
They meant for you to fall
And now your trust is marred

Picking up the broken sword
You shake it towards your lord
"What have you done?"You scream
Hoping, just wanting it to be a dream

But there you stand
Looking up at the blood stained sky
Your weapon in hand
Prepared to die

Waiting to fight
Prepared and ready
Keep your blade steady
For soon you will show your might

I decided to try a Ballad poem rather than 5 haikus this time. Hope you enjoy! Ballad Poem

"Ballad poems also tell a story, like epic poems do. However, ballad poetry is often based on a legend or a folk tale. Ballad poems may take the form of songs and may contain a moral or a lesson."
It is not looking like it is being attached, so I am submitting it in the text box as well, just to be sure!

Taking The Toll
By Eetherbiail, Dossier #11484

In days long past,
We were allies at last.
Till the wind rolled
Taking us up, up, up
Taking us up.

We could not put our differences,
We chose our preferences,
Eventually we learned
The feeling of betrayal, betrayal, betrayal
The feeling of betrayal.

As we chose our side,
We have to abide,
While we listened to our Emperor
Toll, that’s what we get as we kill them, them, them
Toll, that’s what we get as we kill them.

Oh what a fate upon us comes,
when allies firm betray your trust.
When silence breaks, shook up by drums,
and grassy plains turn into dust.

Once friends of old, now deadly foes,
two clans go forth, to wage their war.
No matter how the story goes,
their friendly ties exist no more.

With vengeful wrath the fight begins,
lives thrown away for honor's cause.
Can we atone for deadly sins,
when killing's done without a pause?

The end result, always the same,
no good can come from shattered ties.
What good are they, power and fame,
when friendship true forever dies?

The traitorous move was big
So much for the group on the rig
The Black Hand gave the command
Naga Sadow would fall by demand

Feelings of hatred started to spread
Continue it must until they are dead
Scholae forces pummel them hard
They would beat them and take all the shards

Of the artifacts on the planet below
They would be the masters of all that they sow
Sith artifacts to make them all grow
The more they learn the more they know

Falling from the sky
We will catch them in a lie
Always moving into the future
Scholae Palatinae will be the stronger.