Through history we've enjoyed countless tales but many an event dies within the crusty pages of time, never to be remembered or uttered. One of these stories compromises of not the son of a God, not the daughter of a pauper, not the blind King of a nation, but of a civilian in the midst of political chaos, a civilian that cares not whether his tale is spun because his story is one not needing of a bard, poet or artist. His tale is one only needed of heart, because for him there is no mercy or kindness, just rationality and reason.
This is a story not of heroes of history, but the silent steps of a marauder who dares not set foot in the l
The actions of desparates by MinisterOfMarks, literature
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The actions of desparates
Without a minute to stop and care,
The eyes that watch through matted, rough hair,
I'll ignore their whispers, spoken within,
As they signal their brethren, the nocturnal of our kin.
Held beneath are blades of steel,
sharp and hard and cold to feel,
they'll tear you a new'n at barely a breath,
And flee with your precious things, back to their depths.
They look none the odder, just lanky and pale,
We purposely ignore them and their stealth there does prevail,
Because while our eyes are turned, their eyes a duly drawn,
And they'll leave your body empty of life, just a vessel for loved ones to mourn.
Sell your soul to me,
To me,
Ill buy them all so happily,
Ill cup them in my starched gloved hand,
And dress them up to look so grand!
To me,
To me,
Your souls to me,
Happiness is all I shall be,
Ill dance, and shout and yodel,
Youll see,
Because happy is happy and happy is me!
Yes to me,
To me,
To me,
Souls to me, I beg of thee,
If I have to ask again Ill poke your eyes free!
So to me,
To me,
I demand of thee!
To me to me, your marks to me by MinisterOfMarks, literature
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To me to me, your marks to me
When once a man hath himself a foe,
A Chap or chum who now brings woe,
A rivalry, culprit, convict or knave,
Or just a foul foul fellow your patience will not save.
Do to them as theyd do to you,
And mark their mind with stones you threw,
But not at his head, though it may cause fun,
But down a narrow path where rats likely run.
Yes, mark his name on a road someplace,
And make sure under foot hell fall from grace,
Because none will look and think My, what a Fellow
Theyll simply imply Hes marked for the Devil.
And while no hand or staff be raised,
An action is made and curiosity ens
Of Four Score, No Less No More by MinisterOfMarks, literature
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Of Four Score, No Less No More
Four Score
Bound in not the Score of Three,
For thats too few of marks I see.
Bound in not the Score of One,
For thats just one too many gone.
But Bound within a Score of Four,
Is a score neither less nor more than the number asked for.
Marked thou name along a road,
Will see to it your
Today is a day that has moved along quite slow,
But at least nothing bad happened, in reality anyhow.
I'd like to see more of this world in the real,
But my freedom is an item that others have craved to steal.
Kept within my windows and my doorlocks sealed up tight,
I'm watching, peaking through curtains, held up day and night.
It's not a physical being that keeps me in my abode,
It's a silent moving whisper that travels with the cold.
Suspicion is where suspicion lies,
Deep within my mind of eyes,
Watching, peaking, keeping me still,
Wondering what spectra moves close behind my sill.
The dry leaves crack under feet unreal,
But m
Through history we've enjoyed countless tales but many an event dies within the crusty pages of time, never to be remembered or uttered. One of these stories compromises of not the son of a God, not the daughter of a pauper, not the blind King of a nation, but of a civilian in the midst of political chaos, a civilian that cares not whether his tale is spun because his story is one not needing of a bard, poet or artist. His tale is one only needed of heart, because for him there is no mercy or kindness, just rationality and reason.
This is a story not of heroes of history, but the silent steps of a marauder who dares not set foot in the l
So I'm modelling the layouts, floor plans and houses of all the locations the hero of the comic story is going to frequent and all that.
I'm doing it on Maya and so far it's just the secret hide out, his house, his work and so on, the typical stuff, but soon I'll be importing the furniture and nick nacks to make it look even better. This will make the drawing for my Artist go tons smoother.
Really looking forward to getting it all laid out. The first issue's coming straight here when it's done! Just a few months away now. :excited:
Lol. And whoever reads this.
I'm the new owner of the Minister of Marks site, Ardel has gone off back to his forum to bark his poems at people :meow: but I'll keep his other really lovely poems in the gallery if anyone wants em. (They're in the 'Ardel' folder)
Anyway. I'm going to be posting artwork on here for my upcoming comic based on this name and eventually I may just introduce you to my other two accounts.
I'm going to keep the avatar for now tho, I realllllyyyy like it.
Lol, Ardel warned me he's good at NOT making friends, so any of you who want to start trouble just because of what he's done then Have At Me! Lol, I haven't had a