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[Joseph Miles]

So from time to time I write poetry, none of it is, in my opinion, terribly good. But it's entertaining enough. Now, after reading this one I just wrote I realize - Ye flipping gods, this is like an ode to DF. Only, it's not the players being the unbelievable sadists. That being the case, it doesn't fit perfectly, but it does with a little effort. Here it is, here's hoping it didn't suck too bad

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The walls are jagged now,
roughly hewn from stone.
The men worked hard for it,
spilling blood and breaking bone.
This is their land and home,
They've earned this plow and soil.
They've made this land their own,
Through their labours, through their toil.
But here the walls are jagged,
roughly hewn from stone.
But though they're honourable and fair,
Their fate now is surely sewn.
Having made in silent defiance,
this land theirs alone to own.
Here now the walls are rough,
somewhat smoother than before.
The boys have grown up tough,
their faith and spirit sure.
This is their home and theirs alone,
No one else may take it.
And though it took then many years,
They've proved that they can make it.
Here the walls are rough still,
though surely made quite sturdy.
The women work the mill,
It's been five years and thirty.
Boys they came, and men they've grown,
To this field atop a mountain.
And it's their strength they've shown,
To defy the world and prove to all,
that become great and mighty,
even can the small.
The walls are now are red.
Forty years have gone.
Those who founded here are dead now,
What was made has been undone.
This land was once their home,
they came here to be free.
But now here they lie alone,
piled beneath the willow tree.
Their great triumph, their great strength,
Their great pride, they had it all.
What was it here that brought them to this fall?
Jealousy from those afar who saw their perfect town,
Jealousy that lead the envious to tear that city down.
They'd been a peaceful people,
gently lived and gently grown,
and yet one couldn't tell it by the image that is shown.
Of their corpses lying on the barren fields of wheat,
of the dead and battered children now serving as wolves' meat.
Of their elders, loved and wise,
lying dead now with wide eyes.
The walls here are now red,
and all their hope is dead.
Because the jealousy of man,
now ruined their perfect plan.

[Bronzebeard]

*Sniff.* That was beautiful. You truly have some talent; how long did it take you to write that? It encapsulates that ever-present futility of the game perfectly, reminding me of another poem:

"Ozymandias"

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

We and the dwarves may differ, but our plights are a lot alike... x3

[Scarpa]

So from time to time I write poetry, none of it is, in my opinion, terribly good. But it's entertaining enough. Now, after reading this one I just wrote I realize - Ye flipping gods, this is like an ode to DF. Only, it's not the players being the unbelievable sadists. That being the case, it doesn't fit perfectly, but it does with a little effort. Here it is, here's hoping it didn't suck too bad

Very nice. Was it inspired by any historical event?

[LeoLeonardoIII]

When I read the part "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!" I hear it read by Leonard Nemoy. Because of that one wonder in Civ4, ya see.

[Bronzebeard]

When I read the part "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!" I hear it read by Leonard Nemoy. Because of that one wonder in Civ4, ya see.

To attract ridicule, the only Sid Meier game I've ever played was Colonization. Y'know, that oldschool one. Was pretty nice. :3

[Nikov]

When I read the part "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!" I hear it read by Leonard Nemoy. Because of that one wonder in Civ4, ya see.

To attract ridicule, the only Sid Meier game I've ever played was Colonization. Y'know, that oldschool one. Was pretty nice. :3

I played that one too, and man, did I ever love beating the crap out of natives. Speaking of which, ever play 1600(ish) AD?

[Bronzebeard]

I played that one too, and man, did I ever love beating the crap out of natives. Speaking of which, ever play 1600(ish) AD?

Can't say I have. But I was always nice to the natives! That is, until I got a fortress going with some shiny artillery and dragoons. You don't want to antagonize them right away; earn their trust, build your strength and then force them off their land and systematically obliterate their people. Those were the days...

Err, in the game, anyway.