#Lullabies Of The Lamb
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Ty!!!!
This first poem is about Narinder reflecting on the prophecy and the wounds he inflicted on his siblings
The Prophecy
By Narinder
I was cast aside
Due to the rules I failed to abide by
My siblings who left me here
Left me here to rot and burn and die
A shameful exile that is reserved for me
Naught but two disciples for company
But the deities have a plan
My crown will be taken by a lamb
Who will lead a cult in my name and honour
And will fight my siblings and come out taller
A vessel who is worthy of my power
I didn’t think their power would be inestimable I caused damage that was irreparable
The damage was bad I can’t deny
I robbed my brother of an eye
But I still spared him
And I question why
I could’ve made my sister choke
Instead I robbed her of her throat
But I still spared her
And I question why
My other brother lived in fear
So I robbed him of an ear
But I still spared him
And I question why
My sibling was the last of them and full
So I robbed them of a skull
And yet I spared them all
And I question why
If only I’d known the lamb was a wolf in disguise
They led my siblings to their demise
And overthrew me but yet spared me
And I still question why
But I’m thankful that they cared
And that they had my life spared
And now I will never question why
Preach
Praise be to the red crown
Just thought I’d pop this one in here, mightn’t be as good as The Prophecy
A Day In The Life
By A Red Crown Cultist
I wake up in the morning and my bed collapses again
I wave hello to all my cultists and dear friends
The leader gathers us all in the temple for a sermon
And says that all dissenters are vermin
We leave the temple with mostly fear with minimal glee
A simple life we lead, anyone can see
I go to the tailor and have them tailor me a blouse
Which I then collect and drown my sorrows at the drink house
I laugh and cry and nearly die filling myself up with sin
I try to forget the reality of the world I’m living in
A life like mine is very simple and easy to lead
I can just sit down in the grass and ponder off and read
Before I know I’ve been reading until it’s dark
I tell myself “This chapter is a good place to park.”
I lie down in my bed and tuck myself up nice and warm
And I close my eyes and dream about being my old form
Oh very good I look forward to shamuras one as they as so wise and poetic normally
My Skull
By Shamura
I can still think back
To the day I lost my skull
A part of my body that my brain saw as a hull
I am broken and numb, merely frail
All I can hear is my siblings and how they cry when they weep and they wail
I hate you Narinder, I hope you know
This damage is irreparable, this time you’ve stopped too low
I am a deity of wisdom, a deity of courage
A defining trait that became discourage
We were once five and now we’re four
Can’t go back to the way we were before
I hate you, Narinder
I loathe you, Narinder
I pity you, Narinder
I despise you, Narinder
The words I speak are nothing but truth
You’re heart is shallow and broken and in ruins
That vessel of a lamb is purely just wool
A bite from my spiders and they’ll see they’re a fool
I’m prepared for what’s coming
But I question are you
I can’t describe the pain I’ll subdue
To your pathetic vessel, who’s merely a lamb
You may be a dog, but you’re merely a man
So sit back and watch, as I use my power
And you’ll quiver in fear, and sit back and cower.
I initially was going to drop them in the chronological order in which you fight them but I thought why not show off Shamura’s wisdom and deep unsettling anger
Aym and Baal incoming…..
Little Aym, Gentle Baal
By Forneus
My sweet boys
Oh how Narinder has wrapped you up in his ploys
I’m here waiting
While you’re out fighting
My children, how I miss you
My children, how I mourn you
I’d give anything to hold you both again
A mother’s love shows no bounds or an end
I wonder how you’re doing now
I wonder how you’re feeling now
Please just know I am proud
Even though it might be hard
I know deep inside my heart
You want this
But I don’t want this
I miss my little baby boys
And when they would play with toys
Now they play with maces and pull out aces
I love you both with all my heart
The thought of you dying feels like the stab of a dart
Come back to me my babies
Your mother is waiting
And waiting
I’ll never stop writing this poem
Not until my babies come home
Sixk
I love aym and baal
I love them too and I also feel bad for Forneus as she just wants her babies back
She does get them tho
Eventually
Hence why she stopped writing the poem 👀
Aww I see very nice
I’m alive!! I’m just on my holidays so the poems might be a bit slower but here is Leshy!!!
My Eye
By Leshy
Oh how I weep and I cry
After I lost my eye
But underneath it all is where a boiling anger lies
My siblings and I are filled with a boiling rage
Our body parts trapped in an invisible cage
We shut out brother Narinder’s lies
With a risk of it leading to our demise
But in the end he robbed me of my eye
The pain and the suffering, I thought I was going to die
When the veins and capillaries detached from my eye
In pain and agony, on the floor I lie
Reeling from the loss of my precious little eye
I wail and weep, too distraught to sleep as I lie
My siblings, they have their losses too
But alas, I do not know what to do
Other than weep and cry
About my poor little severed eye.