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Expendable - Acrostic Ballade
Hello all! After a few months of hiatus due to studies, I'm finally back with a few posts. This one is just a fun entry for the Snow Golem poem blog contest and, oh, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Stay tuned for a long-awaited upcoming project :)
PS. Do spot the five hidden acrostic words throughout the poem; they hint about the stanzas' themes. Hope you have and had enjoyed it!
Programs used:
Blender and Mineways for rendering
Paint.NET for render edits
Jukebox Music
Waterfall by Toby Fox (Triple Vocal Mix by Shy Siesta)
Text Version
In darkness, through ice, lost in a shell lay'th I,
Host of sin, of vice; trapped in where the ghosts loom
Without life nor light nor lush besides our pumpkin lamp;
Are sworn revival forthright; are blessed blind torment in lieu.
Behold, the forced will in belief reigns the hallowing war
Leaving us in standstill to reflect; no reason to mark them nor I.
By principality I pray amidst those monsters pure of heart.
"Expendable" they call at me. "Ascend me to life" was my prayer this day.
Hark! Siren bells sound, heralds on high scream out havoc!
Warm light dwelling near me burst to the sky as a fiery aurora.
Glistening goes the pale snow, crushing the might of a patriot;
Many fled from foe, to my wonder, and looked to all but angelic.
In penance, this vessel only lives to serve ice cream and myrrh,
And to conjure snowballs that do not kill but do pique in comic.
Others like me remain obliv'ous to abnormity, invuln'rable to fear.
"Expendable," they call for me. "Defend us from him" was my order this day.
Lo, an assailant appears on sight, flames seething his silhouette;
Equipped with fierce casual wear; employ'th pickaxe on grip.
Those eyes growl at me as if readying to charge towards a yeti.
Yet judges descend'th around him, rallying hellfire into halo whip;
Ironclad, prideful, vengeful in greatness, binding his limbs under their wrath.
Swiftly they shift their stare to me - the gaze hardens my force, frost and flora.
Such power gifted to me... The light I shine could blind the white eyes of this man.
"Expendable;" they call on me. "To hell, out-smite him" was my mission this day.
Staking, I mused. Where art thy peace, thy goodness? All these heralds art my sins.
Aching for life anew, but is this the way to cease? Shall it imperil my heart if I fail?
Vanquish his coming; redeem my soul? Break free from the snow; ally in his aura?
"Expendable" They call to me, "godsend or demon." Whom to transition this day?
Host of sin, of vice; trapped in where the ghosts loom
Without life nor light nor lush besides our pumpkin lamp;
Are sworn revival forthright; are blessed blind torment in lieu.
Behold, the forced will in belief reigns the hallowing war
Leaving us in standstill to reflect; no reason to mark them nor I.
By principality I pray amidst those monsters pure of heart.
"Expendable" they call at me. "Ascend me to life" was my prayer this day.
Hark! Siren bells sound, heralds on high scream out havoc!
Warm light dwelling near me burst to the sky as a fiery aurora.
Glistening goes the pale snow, crushing the might of a patriot;
Many fled from foe, to my wonder, and looked to all but angelic.
In penance, this vessel only lives to serve ice cream and myrrh,
And to conjure snowballs that do not kill but do pique in comic.
Others like me remain obliv'ous to abnormity, invuln'rable to fear.
"Expendable," they call for me. "Defend us from him" was my order this day.
Lo, an assailant appears on sight, flames seething his silhouette;
Equipped with fierce casual wear; employ'th pickaxe on grip.
Those eyes growl at me as if readying to charge towards a yeti.
Yet judges descend'th around him, rallying hellfire into halo whip;
Ironclad, prideful, vengeful in greatness, binding his limbs under their wrath.
Swiftly they shift their stare to me - the gaze hardens my force, frost and flora.
Such power gifted to me... The light I shine could blind the white eyes of this man.
"Expendable;" they call on me. "To hell, out-smite him" was my mission this day.
Staking, I mused. Where art thy peace, thy goodness? All these heralds art my sins.
Aching for life anew, but is this the way to cease? Shall it imperil my heart if I fail?
Vanquish his coming; redeem my soul? Break free from the snow; ally in his aura?
"Expendable" They call to me, "godsend or demon." Whom to transition this day?
Hello all! After a few months of hiatus due to studies, I'm finally back with a few posts. This one is just a fun entry for the Snow Golem poem blog contest and, oh, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Stay tuned for a long-awaited upcoming project :)
PS. Do spot the five hidden acrostic words throughout the poem; they hint about the stanzas' themes. Hope you have and had enjoyed it!
Programs used:
Blender and Mineways for rendering
Paint.NET for render edits
| Credit | Aria R. (main poem inspiration), Rymdnisse (Blender rig) |
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