Chaotic Time, the cursed lady, lay ~with head submerged beneath infinity, ~And darkness reigned that first horrific day ~when she awoke to her divinity.~-~With Godlike wrath and a warrior's cry ~that shattered heavens and tore all the stars ~From their rightful place, she reached out on high ~and tried to kill this galaxy of ours.~-~But there is a strength in a human voice, ~one that emerges from the deepest low, ~A defiant effort, a conscious choice, ~To scream aloud with humanity, "No."~-~And thus she shrank away from us with scorn, ~and in that clear voice, the Poet was born.
Emotion Control: Supreme
Whose words are these that speak so clear?~And delivers such great sorrow, cheer,~That even lowest beasts may know~A beautiful thing occurred here?~-~His words are written exactly so,~His intonation moves the soul,~He speaks true to any being,~The poetry calms any foe.~-~And can incite, with mere reading,~Such a mighty, moving meaning,~That we must leave ourselves, fleeing~To poetry, fore'er freeing.
The Pen is mightier than the sword.~He can write you out of creation,~It would just take a literary chord~To bring to knees a mighty nation.~-~He can write you out of creation,~So be afraid of the power of verse.~He might bring to knees a mighty nation, ~But to write a poem would be much worse.~-~So be afraid of the power of verse,~More kings have died because of quill; ~But to write a poem is so much worse,~It also delivers the bigger thrill.~-~Many kings have died due to the quill:~It only takes a literary chord.~You know it delivers the bigger thrill, ~When the pen is mightier than the sword.
Matter Animation: Supreme
- Area Affect
- Ranged and Melee Attack
Our brilliant future will be great,~Though we fear the encroaching night,~Man will never cease to create.~-~We will get caught in unwilling fates,~and in these tortures we delight,~because our future will be great.~-~The waves of hardship don't abate:~Tho' ever caught in any plight,~Man will never cease to create.~-~We will forever walk 'head straight,~Our civilization towards that height,~Our brilliant future will be great.~-~And though our evils may sedate~Passing interest in what we write,~Man will never cease to create.~-~For glorious tomorrow, wait,~And sing the beauty of that sight!~For our brilliant future is great~Whilst man never ceases to create.
Environmental Awareness: Superior
From where does a poet draw inspiration?~From the world! That's his muse, his will;~From the girl who sits on a window sill~And the stones, the cities, the pink carnations-~From where does a poet draw inspiration?~From the soldier, ready to kill.~From the stars glowing bleak in winter's chill.~It brings an artist the greatest elation!~From where does a poet draw inspiration?~From a white, empty page to fill,~The feeling one gets, that wonderful thrill!~To answer that question needs all creation--~From where does a poet draw inspiration?
When Midas wish'd, when Adam fell,~When the snake first slipped 'round Eve's wrist~When lovers died after their tryst,~When the angels tried to rebel,~When Heav'n first turned into Hell-~We saw, as humans, all before,~The perversion that comes with more,~And the mistakes that lead astray,~Turning into night blessed day,~With words that quickly start a war-~-~It's not the world, but the reader~That our poems truly mirror,~It's life's irony that's clearer~When one closely reads the meter~That reveals us all as cheaters-~For we try to balance and rule,~Make ourselves to be better fools,~We hide in fear and fight the pain,~And at the end, scream "All in vain!~The ironic life is far too cruel."