Epic Poem (call for a collective project)

Ah I was thinking in logistic terms, whether it would be practical to have steeds that have to be fed in hell.

Then there was Barbeuth, openly cursing the Gods.

A sleet of mechanical death showered the plains, and their [the Gods’] invitation was clear.

The terror from the sky could not prevent Barbeuth from singing.

feel free to kill Barbeuth in the next line.

You know I had this idea as well and thought of implementing it, but this one line thing is no good if your serious about it.

how so?

And as the song grew, we realized that it was one with the rain.

Because people have the habit of intetionally fucking it up… eh we’ll see.

Look at the christian lady… We are prepared to deal with that.

Come on, Stoiuc, this is right up your alley. Throw a line!

You’re right it is…so i will.

And we knew that our ride north was fated.

So we ride(rode) through the rain, leaving the smoke behind us.

We’ll face bitter cold ahead… dangers that will make us dread…

But we carry it on… in spite of it all… leaving a life of ease and comfort behind us…

For who could be sure… what treasures await… and the adventures that might find us…

Who do we face… what do we face… creature with tail and firey breath?

No more an army of headless horsemen… without honor, wisdom or depth…

Pursuant of life and death congruent - entombed in flux of movement.

[pardon my style if it’s less than artsy. My poetry usually accompanies a beat.]