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A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Vol. 15


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Selection of Poetry - Vol. 15

16th of Vzmey ag Hyff, 435 E.S.

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[!] A portrait of an adult Borris Iver Kortrevich 

 

 


 

“Azdrazi”

The dust calls a coward’s name,

The echoes of their shame,

See how easy they destroy,

Any semblance of joy.

The people are screaming out,

A product of much doubt.

 

How stale the feeble heart,

A work of twisted art,

An existence filled with bane,

Numbing any sort of pain.

Spineless rat within the wall,

A parasite with thrall.

 

Oh how easily they roam.

False glory draws them from home,

No courage to call their own,

No honor shall they hone. 

For it is truly said,

No respect amongst the undead. 

 


 

“Dream”

You are a dream.

Vivid and yet foggy.

Clear and yet misunderstood.

So real and yet so fantasized.

 

How the mind betrays words with vision.

Endless, looping cycle, only the lucky can control.

Where is the meaning? Where is the purpose?

Can anything be wrought of such random events?

 

What horrors you can bring forth,

What adventures you can unfurl.

What joys you can make me imagine.

And bitter agonies you can soe.

 


 

“Crreature Unknown”

They stand tall, a wall, undefeated by their enemies. 

Hand steady on the hilt, eyes focused upon the crowd.

Clouds deplete, a sheet of rain falls from the sky.

Hand steady on the hilt, ready for the call.

 

They toss, cross the holy Lorraine over their chests.

Scanning the surroundings, watching for anything that moves.

Turn around, the sound drawing attention to the things in the forest.

Scanning the surroundings, readying themselves for a fight.

 

Horrid screeching, reaching from the depths of the woods to pierce our ears. 

It fills their hearts with angst, yet they stand their ground.

Wind grows fowl, a howl comes from inside the darkness.

It fills their hearts with angst, though never shall they step down.

 


Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich KML

 

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With this last post, I have written over 15,000 words of poetry and over 100 poems. It has been quite the experience getting to share all the different ideas that are bouncing around my head, even if some do not articulate well into a poem. Not only that, but getting to write poetry for other people on the server has been an incredible experience and I am honored that people trust to me with that. I look forward to continuing to share my poems with those who enjoy reading them. As it stands, I am also still accepting commissions for poetry here. 

 

Here are some commissions I have done in the paste: 

 

 

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