The Knight's End

Boy, oh boy, with all these final exams and books that I have to read, I think I might have given bit too big of a bite to chew. Anyways! Here's a... Well... I suppose you could call it a sonnet, I gave up on rhyme scheme halfway through because it sounded awesome. ANYWAYS! Enjoy, share, be excellent! Oh! And keep watching for my unfinished novel! 12,000 words over the course of a week and a half for NaNoWriMo, not half bad if I do say so myself.

In earnest the queen's knight galloped far and away,

Lance on leash as his body pushed against the wind,

Not on horse of course for that would be rude to say,

Hugging turns at neck-breaking speeds around the bend,

Night falls and out did come the vilest of fiends and beasts,

Hell's heart fluttered at the sight of a sharp drawn sword,

Our brave hero plunges out into the blood feasts,

As our brave hero charged against the devil's horde

The world shook with thundering anticipation,

The great winds howled with adoring adulation,

The demons screamed in endless dilapidation,

The hero's victory through decapitation,

The devil lay dead with stolen face on his skull,

As a hero's story never ends till his soul it did take,

Laughing evilly as the hero made his hole,

A deep grave for his sword in his chest he did make,

Pilgrims came, praising the knight who'd slain the evil,

But never did a single soul know that knight's sin,

Passage of time breaking through minds of the people,

Satan raised his horde and the knight was born again.

Ode to the Shitty Dryer on Floor 2

So, this is what you come up with at 2:00 am, while you are doing laundry, and you are mentally drained from writing serious NaNoWriMo stuff. Well, when I do finish my novel, I'll probably only post snippets of it here so as not to present a gigantic wall of text for people to read in one sitting... Maybe I'll split it up into chapters and post it over time... Meh, stuff to think about AFTER I finish it! Now, I give you my Ode to the Shitty Dryer on Floor 2! (Oh, I forgot to mention, I even printed this out and taped it to the dryer in question! Bwahahahaha!!)

Ode to the Shitty Dryer on Floor 2

Oh, this dryer is so chill,

It must be smoking pot,

It drives people to kill,

Because it NEVER gets hot,

Your clothes will smell sour,

And your undies will be wet,

Because even after an hour,

Dry, your laundry will not get,

"Come on! I've got to go to class!"

You say, but still you'll always know,

That this dryer belongs in the trash,

It really, really, REALLY needs to go,

So, if you want warm socks on this cold winter day,

Pick another dryer is honestly all I can say!

The Writer's Art

So, obviously I've been busy with school starting up again, but hopefully this simple sonnet will sate your thirsts for new "Words of Graue". It's been so long since my last post, I feel ashamed!! Not much else to say, well, aside from random thoughts... Hopefully I'll have enough time over this semester to actually post more chapters of Blade of Highleaf, that's too much fun to let die!

Enjoy the sonnet!

Inspiration, striking like lightning from cloudy skies,

Sundering fast the mind of the writer where he sits,

Engraving the urge, the need, the desire to defy,

That white paper's stark, clean skin, tainted with ink-y slits,

Taking his weapon, a quill with a point like a spear,

His hand trembling, like leaves caressed by the wind mistress,

Fingers clenched about the plume, itching for ink to smear,

Like a maiden waiting to dance, clutching at her dress,

The writer slashes and strokes, coating the world in words,

Beautifying the void of logical human minds,

A dance, a samba, a duel, a game, a song of birds,

Subtle seductions of the elements and their binds,

Letters, words, phrases, lines, paragraphs, pages, chapter,

Tools of the word smith, always, forever, and after.