So about 5 minutes I was bored so I quickly wrote up this short poem / story kinda thing that I figured I might as well put somewhere. And since it's about defeating the Wither, I figured, WELP. WHY NOT PUT IT HERE? It's not the greatest since I wrote it so quickly, but I might put it in Discussion if you guys think it is decent.
Here we are:
_________________________ Word came in from the kingdom
Of a new bristling enemy
Filled with dark wisdom
The spies they detailed with horror
A large black skeleton
With not just one head but two more.
It hovered over dead bodies
With an empty, cold stare
Thinking it could not be defeated
But I thought to dare
So I swooped up my bow
My sword and my sling
And off for adventure
This trip was bound to bring.
So I sprinted on off from the castle
For this great new darkness, a great new hassle
Hopefully becoming the greatest hero along the way
Not stopping. Not for night, not for day.
As I approached a dark cathedral
I found with a fright
I had reached my destination
Just at the start of the night.
As dark clouds swirled
And so did my mind
I picked up my bow
And headed inside
The darkness stung in a tingly way
Like it had a self conscious, that only occurred where it was never day
But something sticks out, that I never have seen
Six eyes darker than darkness, but they still seemed to gleam.
As a large twisted creature emerged from the shadows, clearing the fog
I pick up my bow and prepare for the might of a feral, one-hundred pound dog
I launch an arrow while explosions go on
Volleys of projectiles, how long till he's down?
When I hear footsteps creak down the stairs
I see he has goons full of hate and no care.
They walk quickly down and begin slicing and bodging
But they cannot hit, because I am still dodging
And as the creature starts to look weak
I pull back an arrow, to the bow's peak
The minions are charging, I am taking my aim
And I think to myself an empowering thing:
"I did not, come this far, to die now"
And as I feel a sharp pain in my back
My arrow releases and I hear a sharp crack
The creature is gone, forever defeated
But in the long process, I have been beaten
I look down to see an iron tip
Dark crimson blood continues to drip
And as I fall to my knees I can only just think
I killed the creature, and scattered it's forces to Earth's brink
And I feel my life leaving, I am going to die.
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Here we are:
_________________________
Word came in from the kingdom
Of a new bristling enemy
Filled with dark wisdom
The spies they detailed with horror
A large black skeleton
With not just one head but two more.
It hovered over dead bodies
With an empty, cold stare
Thinking it could not be defeated
But I thought to dare
So I swooped up my bow
My sword and my sling
And off for adventure
This trip was bound to bring.
So I sprinted on off from the castle
For this great new darkness, a great new hassle
Hopefully becoming the greatest hero along the way
Not stopping. Not for night, not for day.
As I approached a dark cathedral
I found with a fright
I had reached my destination
Just at the start of the night.
As dark clouds swirled
And so did my mind
I picked up my bow
And headed inside
The darkness stung in a tingly way
Like it had a self conscious, that only occurred where it was never day
But something sticks out, that I never have seen
Six eyes darker than darkness, but they still seemed to gleam.
As a large twisted creature emerged from the shadows, clearing the fog
I pick up my bow and prepare for the might of a feral, one-hundred pound dog
I launch an arrow while explosions go on
Volleys of projectiles, how long till he's down?
When I hear footsteps creak down the stairs
I see he has goons full of hate and no care.
They walk quickly down and begin slicing and bodging
But they cannot hit, because I am still dodging
And as the creature starts to look weak
I pull back an arrow, to the bow's peak
The minions are charging, I am taking my aim
And I think to myself an empowering thing:
"I did not, come this far, to die now"
And as I feel a sharp pain in my back
My arrow releases and I hear a sharp crack
The creature is gone, forever defeated
But in the long process, I have been beaten
I look down to see an iron tip
Dark crimson blood continues to drip
And as I fall to my knees I can only just think
I killed the creature, and scattered it's forces to Earth's brink
And I feel my life leaving, I am going to die.
But my only regret is:
I never said goodbye.
Actually, do you know where the "Literature / Storytelling" part is? If that's even a thing on the forums.
^-^
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