Winged Angels

Friday, January 12, 2007

Today was another typical CCA day, with some exceptions. For some teachers are just out to spoil my day T_T

Firstly

Someone in the hall decided to assume that only boys clapped in the hall. Why just boys? Isn't it too bias? Who agreed upon the fact that the commotion was caused by boys only? Not only that, she made it sound as though all of the boys are culprits of the act. And made people go the the front to make lame comments.

Secondly

Someone in lecture theatre two decided to start the day with a shouting parade. One infurating fact was that she mentioned "You are all raised with poor values!" Isn't that tatamount to insulting our parents?? She's inhumane i tell you T_T Not to mention that she likes using elements of thoughts to insult us and say that we do not have those qualities. This is like, so lame and old-fashion? Using some methods to insult us is an insult to the person's own intergrity!!

No names are to be mentioned to protect the identities of these certain people.

CCA was a bundle of fun today! We had rifle drill and it was simply FUN. No other words to describe rifle drill =P You simply have to experience it to feel the mood the whole Sec3 squad had =P

The night

The dark shall come alive tonight,
The shadows dancing wild and bright,
Shall whisper through the haunted halls,
The shadows racing, shrieking cries.

I decided to move all my poems from msn space here for the benefit of those who haven't read them. So bear with them for the moment. Hmm-za!

For that fairytale was meant to be forever

Along the winding road I go,
Into the forest green and gold,
The wishing well of Monte Crest,
The silver arrow, merry men.

Shining sparrows fill the air,
The “whoosh!” of wands, the fairy lair,
“Who dare trepass shall have to give,
Me all their clothes and underwear!”

Nill last I reach the bridge of Weep,
Where goats go tumbling off the deep,
The throaty ogres chuckling loud,
The three little pigs, peeping snouts,

But not long did I reach THE house!
The candies make me laugh out loud,
“Oh, how I wish upon a star,
The house would give a candy bar!”

The winding road it steeps and turns,
And wriggle like a snake echon,
But never shall my story end,
For that fairytale was meant to be,
Forever.

Battlefield

In ages long they dwell before,
The swords they ring the voices roar,
The kings with holy grails and swords,
The knights so loyal hearts burst forth.

Blade the colour crimson red,
Flashed and fell the knights with grace,
To bind the fate the armies fought,
On plains once green now blood-stained long.

In halls the lonely maidens sing,
To stars the ballads poured their hearts,
The war's destruction brought no peace,
Yet vain were those who once had lead.

Battlefield 2

To march upon and stride to death,
The lonely fate the darkness spare,
The doom of war and crimson blades,
For ancient blood upon thee veins.

In darkness shall a light be bourne,
For sorrow, darkness shall deform,
The changing face of raging wars,
The plains once green now bloodstained long,

Fear shall comsume naught but great,
The heroes fall from mighty grace,
The cries of warriors dim the night,
The price of war in blood has paid.

Upon! To war! To crimson day!
To fight for glory 'pon the slayed!

The Doom

Gates unbound the thorny throne,
Blood of royal, ships of stone,
Devil's oath shall bound all blood,
To incarnate of Satan's spawn.

Shall claim a hero's blood cloith pure,
And wisdom of men centuries old,
The light that brings the warmth to earth,
The fires of eyes and all pureon.

When all have came to heel, despair,
In darkness all shall stay till end,
The end of time has come and pass,
The age of men shall end at last.

Heroes

Sounding bugles distances blaring,
'pon a steed hath came mightworthy,
Ring lightning god claim o'vr thee,
Shall have none claim through the shadows,

Swords shall shine to bring red rising,
Nill the sun to songs alsplendid,
Like a beacon to wind's calling,
Night depart to show sun's bringing,

New day long night war beginning,
Proud and tall for'long revealing,
Midnight wintres cross witht failing,
Horses nigh for victory's coming...

Judgement day

Lock of lighting chains of pain,
To bound unearthy lords of thame,
In danger wrought of deadman's gold,
In river bound of Styx's long oath,
By pain of death and worse beyond,
To seal the fate of Judgement Day.

When all shall perish nill the night,
In moonshine devils agonize,
When all shall come and end for all,
A stop to time and space long fought.

To heel shall all before the gods,
To spare the freedom souls have sought,
In realms untime through weals of fime,
Forth fort until the end of time.

Rainforest

Remember for all,
They have sheltered us well,
As proud and tall dwellers,
Seen far from the ground,
In mountains of green fair,
In rivers of dew,
No creatures shall fear them,
The leafwinds and fields.

For they are the royals,
The eldest of lands,
On timber and shelter,
Have given to man,

Regardless of food source,
And cures of the plants,
Extinction shall drive them,
And mankind in stun.
So shall we then realize the draughts that we brew,
Have touched on our future and many in cruel.
To change all this future depends on our stand.
We also must realise our follies at end,

Poetic the songs that they sing of the land,
Amazonic forests and wonders to man,
Of lungs of the world they nourish us well,
In turn we must save them and protect from fell,
Enormous varieties await our find,
Destroy not wonders unknown to mankind,
Must we remember our promise to keep?
Conserve all these trees ‘fore they leave us instead.

Orphilire

Fear abound in mad wild sketches,
Testing limits witches cackles,
Lighting thunder rain and storm to,
Bind all stories found astounded.

Be the raincloud ov'r my figure,
Strike me down with utmost anger,
All but none is yet but naught,
To road my shadow seek its factors.

Holy be the sin of priest,
And weak are hearts of boldest knight from,
Land of Upside-turns a fickle,
Silv'r moon like hearts in shelter.

Ropes that binds me once that now were,
Guiding be the winter's heaven,
Road is but the start of wisdom,
In which all but knowledge seek learns.

As Told To Be So

In war the victors realm supreme,
The stories proud and strong they weave,
Of bravery, hardships long they bourne,
Into the foes' way carried long.

Yet not a tale the losers told,
In silent, misery fears untold,
For too proud warriors shed their life,
To protect what they claimed as home.

For felled are victors proud and fair,
Unmercy killings shoving snares,
The tear in cold air sharpened blades,
The shields rang cold and high like stones.

Dragon

Moonshine tooth clawed devil's spawn,
Golden scaled back winter scorn,
In sky wings soar majestic glide,
Oe'r the cracks of dawn beyond.

Fear despised yet long reowned,
Lord of light the flames high roar,
Midnight creaks the snowy plains,
Whisper soft and light to wings.

Beginning

Exile to devil true be not,
For fault is light in bearer's torch,
In darkness winter blows to North,
The end prediction wild unhoard.

The end is but creations start,
In magic swirling time depart,
To end to space to wild unknown,
Unchanged long that forever hark.

King Arthur

Joy like river trailing far,
'pon the sunrise ere the mounts,
Winter footsteps lost to world,
Golden fields ride tall and proud.

Light born forth to Camelot far,
Flowers grew where footsteps tread,
Sweet memories burst forth North,
Fair land fresh air lingers hope.

Glowing golden silver shine,
Sharp lance tall shields carried on,
To victory, bravery, courage, joy,
To shine the light to guide the way.

Underworld

A crown of thorns,
The foul crow's cries,
The blood of mortal man unknown.

Along the river Styx I flow,
With cloaks the colour dead long gone,
The howling three times Cerberus,
The looming gates of foul beyond.

The mass of dead,
The black trees gnarled,
The storm clouds threatened,
Fear abound.

For fear and sadness cloud the dead,
The only laughter Elysium came,
The fields of Asphodel and Dread,
Depression hung the ghoulish gate.

Tartarus came forth moan and wails,
Of Titans lost to this new age,
And ancient court of Hades dark,
The eerie garden, Persephone.

The Furies three the shreik and cry,
Ah! Terror upon frail heart I,
Yet naught on which the dark throne sat,
The aura like impending doom.

To Hades.
To Death.
To the Underworld

Rain

Sapphire sky to view the tears,
Fall freely roam the ends of earth,
To escape from imprisonment,
To tear my heart away from you.

Yet like rain it fell again,
To look upon on heaven's face,
When came at last to end of time,
Escape no more the time has come.

To face what since long I had ached,
To face beginnings start again,
Until a day when all has end,
Like rain my tears shall fall again.

Miracle

I look into your eyes,
Only to find a sandstorm.
Swirling, turning,
disappointment showing,
Knowing then I was alone.

Alone.
In this world lost without hope,
In this world filled with anxiety,
Where I dwell silently,
Crouched in a corner,
All alone.

Sparks play along,
Flying, spinning,
All around my fingers playing,
Dancing,
Waiting,
For a miracle,
And a shooting star.

Freedom

Flames lick high,
Hearts burned cold,
Evil reigns,
And sorrow lurks.

But 'pon the dark,
A rising hope,
To guide the way,
And light the path.

To rising sun,
To meadow fields,
To long-yearned freedom,
Hearts shall trail.

AND MY FIRST POEM EVER WRITTEN!!

Upon my word as a Knight

Upon my word as a knight
To guide upon with holy light
Unholy makings drew apart
The early dawn the light of dark

Upon the sacred stone they break
A realm of storms they shall create
Who shall ever find the way
To free us from the darkness wake

x!Ra(WR)oN! is wasting his time at 8:28 PM x

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