Sooo…a number of years ago I wrote a whole bunch of poems that I posted up on forums relating to those games - the poems were about stuff relating to those games and one was about all the playable characters in the game in which said characters could be found. I haven’;t written any rhymes for ages and I was recently thinking that I might like to do some on the spirits of Spirit Island. Just because I feel like it :).
So here are some poems/verses, one per spirit (so it’s either one big poem of twelve verses, or twelve little one-verse poems, I’m not bothered which ;)). I haven’t bothered to title each one since if I do this right, each poem/verse should be a decent enough description of a spirit (but without mentioning that spirit’s name) that people should be able to very easily tell which spirit it’s talking about :). So in no particular order…
Human-like, but spirit still,
Firmly means the Dahan no ill.
Guardian, warrior, wrath and might,
Aids these mortals in their fight.
Standing with them, standing proud,
Eyes of light, voice booming loud.
A waiting mouth, a hungry maw
Surrounds the island, every shore.
Feasts on ship and crew alike,
With endless hunger it waits to strike.
Human lives it takes and drowns,
Then comes ashore and swallows towns.
When all is dark and people sleep,
Into their minds the dark does creep.
Visions of terror, deepest dread
Drives dreamers forth from sweat-soaked bed.
No safety can they hope to find.
You cannot flee what's in your mind.
Stalking through the jungle tracks,
The greatest alpha of all packs
Leads the hunters in a chase
For human prey who try to race
For their short lives against the beast
Who soon upon their flesh shall feast.
Bounding freely, wake of flame
Follows the spirit in its game,
Burning homes to dust and cinder,
Needs no fuel nor flint and tinder.
Turns the land to ash and then
Lets it regrow once again.
With bird-like shape it soars so high,
Has the freedom of the sky.
In its wake the thunder rumbles,
'Neath its power, buildings crumble.
Surge of storm-force strikes the land,
From mountain-top to dunes of sand.
Flower, bush, and shrub, and tree
Sprout forth with ever-constant glee.
Vines reach forth and creepers spread,
Humans watch the growth with dread.
Their homes pulled down, their progress slows
By simple plant-life, as it grows.
Sleeping deep beneath the isle,
Deeply sleeping, for a while.
But stirring now, driven to wake
By those who come only to take.
And when this sleeper wakes, be sure
That rage wakes with it, strong and pure.
Rising forth, the rock and stone
Greater than flesh and stronger than bone,
Sturdy, immovable, guardian's strength
Protects the island for any length
Of time required to drive away
The unwelcome ones who try to stay.
Strange of shape and strange of ways,
Haunts the night and darkens days,
Lurks among the jungle trees,
A hint of flame upon the breeze.
Looming forth to scare its foes,
But not the Dahan, for them it knows.
For ancient ones it moves and acts,
Perhaps sworn into ancient pacts.
Branch and bough it raises high,
'Gainst all creatures that might dare pry.
And mortals who dare breach the wild
Are punished for what they've thus defiled.
Bringer of life, a well-known friend
To Dahan when the land they tend.
Helping with farming, watering crops,
But when faced with invaders, the friendliness stops.
Humans and houses, all are soon swept away
By that which flowed by them, each night and each day.
Well, there we go. Hopefully this post comes out okay as I had to change the formatting thing so it didn’t keep leaving extra lines between every single line of all my verses. Just wrote those things for fun but thought other people might be interested. So there we are :).