Poem Stories

These are stories, but they’re all told in a poem format, and rhyme.

The Gas Masked Valkyrie

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A gas mask is worn by the paranoid soldier, afraid of dying by fate.

Eyes forced open wide, like Lamia’s curse;

the body in fatigues sinks down into the mud and bog, like a hearse.

The soul, like a snake with a gun, burrows knee-deep into the ground;

awaiting orders.

And the soul floating without sound, sinks into the battlefield made all around.

Eyes open, seeing nothing at all; the mind is on stand-by.

The battlefield is in the Homefront; that’s hot coal destined for the eyes.

Green is for grass, and brown is for mud;

Cartoons are for the children, and the shotgun is for Elmer Thud.

On television, there is static; but propaganda calls it rain.

In the sky, there are clouds; but our faith calls it The Great Brigade.

The battle for souls, says Heaven’s Angels, using spears to attack the wicked.

Day by day, mankind sinks further;

from basking in the sunlight, of those who be made witnessed.

The Moon is a Supervillain

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The Moon is a super villain, and The Sun the savior. Chasing away the darkness that the crescent wears as the deep-sleeves of the night. The moon fight’s the sun for supremacy, and the night is the knight. The sun is the light, and the light down from great heights. Two battling enemies, and never the twain shall meet. Least the sun depart, darkness will wear the moon crown. Least the sun return, so too does the light, with all it’s army’s might. The villain is the war that tears man limb from limb in pitched black darkness; there is no eyesight, only opposition. Wearing the phantom’s mask, and sporting the killer’s black cape, we call that the night wearing silver.

There is silver in the sky, to keep the wolf from tearing the clouds asunder. Like when dark hounds form, we call them the storms, come to put an end unto the seeing-man’s wonder. And the hero is the one who saves the maiden, with bravery the light reflects his presence. A smile is like her hand against the face, and a breath of air is like a sigh of relief, from the warm arms of maiden’s embrace. The good news feels good, when the good news is made a’new.

Like when hope becomes the heart, with no shadows cast from the dark. And it is the two in the misaligned sky; the sun over the moonlight; waging war for supremacy, awaiting each’s day. Like when the mind battles the heart, or the darkness battles the eyes. Like when the soul questions the rock, or the sea challenges the skies. The moon is a supervillain, broken and floating; insane and unmoving, it’s the madness of despair. In breathing man’s lair.

And it is the sun, the hero, brighter than light and is light, it is the desperate man’s answer to his prayers. Never the two shall meet. And never shall the two battle-arena greet.

Just the silent titan against the magnanimous one, awaiting the two’s time for one of the other’s grandeur defeat.

The Avalons on Anchorage

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The battling American soldiers were covered in so much of their own blood, that it was giving them hyperthermia.

Out in the frozen tundra of the Once-America, young and old soldiers—from teens to grandparents out forced in a draft to battle up against the Great Avalon machines. Greenmachine was a ruthless A.I, showing no emotion, it was hard to believe that something inhuman could smile out there over the trenches, and not understand why it were smiling.

There were over 500,000 fatigues out there, give or take a few green berets and some sky dwellers with their birds in the air and blue berets—we called the Airforce Blue berets, because they carried rifles just like we did—trenches were 7 feet deep, with barbed wire over them. Crouching in the dugouts, the ground was an inch in water; we stuck out there for days…And every time the Avalon androids would open their lids, their green eyes would shine out like piercing rotating rays. It was September and freezing outside. The trees were cut down and scattered around like shrapnel shards sticking out from the ground. In those trenches we’d know when an Avalon was just overhead, because we could catch the glimmer of their green eyes. Dirt, grime, and blood covered our entire apparel, and we had to be careful; the way the Avalons worked, if we were covered in too much blood, their processors would be able to detect us even worse, and they’d kill us off. In that 1-inch of water trench, me and the other bootmen and women would lay in the ground and roll in the muddied water, until there was no more blood on us. With a clean hand we’d wipe off our American flag insignias, place two hands on our rifles again, and press forward through the trenches like Harriot Tubman. Fighting for the Freedom of all in this warzone terror dome, against the Ancient Light Avalons, and their unkillable undead we once called allies.

That Statue of Liberty with the crown of humanity was the battering ram we forwarded into infinite despair; one day the machines will see the power of humanity, and stare, but will we still be there?

-Soldier on the 23rd Century Frontlines

The Story of the Blue World

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Once upon a time, there was this magnificent planet that floated in the very middle of the galaxies.

It had everything mankind needed; food, water, shelter, vast jungles to house and stock wonderous animals.

The inhabitants of that planet flourished greatly, and built many buildings and societies with what they had, until eventually they started to advance as a species.

They made great house councils, roads and bridges, and homes for people to dwell in, with giant mega centers for scientists to research all of their many accomplishments, always looking for how they could improve their technologies.

One day, the builders found a way to create beautiful ships that were capable of travelling amongst the stars. These ships allowed the planet dwellers to build in space, and soon they were able to travel farther to visit other planets as well.

…But over time, the spacemen began to drift further and further from their original planet.

They would move a couple miles, then a couple hundred miles. Then a couple hundred miles turned 1 light year, and then a couple hundred lightyears.

And every time they would return to their once planet, they were always disappointed to see it and its people still in the same spot they left it. Unmoving, and unchanging. Without the will to join them up in the stars. They were always bickering. Always engaged in their councils, unable to pull away from their old ways that their technologies just seemed to outshine them in.

Soon returning to their old planet just started to become too sad a voyage for the spacemen to make…And so, they left their old planet, and what once was 1 lightyear away, turned to 100 light years, to 1,000 lightyears; until that once beautiful blue glowing orb they called home, faded from their sight, and they never returned.

The space men called the galexies their home now, and built their homes amongst the stars, just like they always dreamed they would one day.

That blue planet that the spacemen once called home was Earth.

A long ancient name lost to the archives, as the Voyagers reach space one at a time.

T̶h̶e ̷Silent H̸i̶l̷l̸ ̷M̸o̷v̴i̶e̷ ̵ ̷ *NOW SHOWING! XD

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Hey buds! It’s Everybody’s Favorite Uncle, Gregory Thomas here!

My very first movie, The Silent Hill Movie, is now showing! Click the youtube video to be part of the live premiere comments!

There are no voice actors, this is solely a watch and notice adventure!

Rated R: Violence Disturbing Scenes. Viewer Discretion is advised!

A young woman has the perfect home, and peace of mind…Until slowly her nightmares begin to drag her into the Otherworld, and she is met with the horrors of Silent Hill within!

Hey buds, I wanted to list some honorable mentions!

I tried my best to credit all the mods I used in my video movie, and all their respective mod authors in the credits, however it only occured later that one or two might’ve been missed. I apologize for that, so I will name the glaring ones I could see and tell here buds:

The scenes where our protagonist has items on their back is from a mod called Backtools

by owner ohaiiChun

https://www.curseforge.com/minecraft/mc-mods/back-tools

The song in the scene of the record player Is Shine On Harvest Moon: Ada Jones & Billy Murray – Shine On Harvest Moon 1909 Vaudeville Singers

All costumes and looks were found on Nova Skin:

http://minecraft.novaskin.me/search?q=victorian

If I happened to forget to include your mod in the credits, please let me know, and i will give you a shout out as well as host a link to your mod here!

🙂

Sorry for the inconvenience!

I’m already knowing what I wanna make, for the sequal for The Silent Hill Movie…! For next year 2022!

3 A.M. When the War Began

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(Read while listening)

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O’ what can stop the sound?

The metal waging an argument again.

The soul from body?

The heart from mind, and the forsaking of everything inside.

The Brother-Against-Brother World War, in a torn field for the lilies?

O’ what sight to behold, a dying bee too weak to drink the sunflower.

A soldier unarmed, without the strength to carry on.

Like a dying gunman too weak to drink the water from the canteen?

Or a dying Christian just outside the church, too weak to pray?

What will be the hour of the day?

When war will decay, and old things pass away?

The heart too gone to return.

O’ What unsaid words unearthed?

The mind is a book opened for all the read.

A face is a mural on the wall, painted for all to see.

The eyes are hands reaching out to embrace.

O’ What New World will be discovered here on Earth today?

3 A.M. (When The War Began) (Chronologue Suite Mix)

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Hello buds!

Gregory Thomas, Everybody’s Favorite uncle here!

Please enjoy this awesome Chronologue Suite Mix I did of the awesomely talented composer Yu Ya Huang’s 3 A.M.

I edited it to sound like the listener is right in the middle of an intense Avalonic Machine Siege!

Gunfire, and all!

Very emotional tear jerking work indeed, perhaps you will check out my book

In the year 2257, humanity as we know it is challenged when an AI threat called The Avalon Republic manages to self-replicate itself. By the hand of the insane mechanical overlords, America and the other countries are put to the test as the green eyed apparatus’ hack our AI powered cars and technologies, clone their mechanical militia, and lay siege to our world in their efforts to turn humans into other machines. The Fight War wages as we send forth boots on the ground with our flags swinging through the air in bulk to defend our world. The fate of all existence lies in our hands…Should we fail, all hope will be lost.

Chronologue: Your Invitation into the future!

Note:
The song is just for creative purposes; the song and effects are not mine, I just mashed them up together.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqC0OQZ02AY
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9JMGZPXL…mq36BQtVO&index=3