A glittering diamond, flying in the sun
Whiter than a cloud in a sky
A heart colder than it's breath
Our ship steered by the North Star our
Quest was a wyrm that lived in the ice and snow
Northward we sail through great blocks of floating ice
Waiting to send a ship to the cold depths
The harpoons sharpened, waiting to be used
Should the Ice wyrm come our way
Bits and pieces of broken ships now litter the ice
Silent witness of past adventurers
The Ice Wyrm's horde was said to be from ships that
Sailed upon the seas, untouched by man for thousands of
Years, for most, this was the quest, though none would say
Another clue of what was ahead, bones, broken and cracked
Now litter the ice, soon we would have to leave the ship
The ice was as dangerous at the wyrm, we loaded the
Harpoons on the sled, making sure our swords are sharp
If we fail our Quest, our bones will mingle with those here
We hear it long before we see, the air is so cold
Our breath freezes as it leaves us, the wind comes in gales
Threatening to blow us away, freezing the sleds to the ice
Ice, creaking and moaning, the voices of the dead
Heard in the wind mocks us, forcing each to examine
Why we were here. I was here to kill the wyrm
I care not for riches, it is my doom
My conscience is clear
From the time of birth I was trained
No dolls for me just sword and shield
My hand in marriage could never be
As long as the wyrm lives
The cave was rimed in ice, already we had those
Who would not go home, the others deep in plans
Did not see me, put my armour on
I took my sword, tossing the sheath aside
I walked to my doom inside that ice cave
I followed the gale force winds, bending low
Each pause of the wyrms cold breath advanced my cause
I stood at the creature's lair, gasping at it's size
Stories I had heard while growing up, of huge
Wingspans with gale force winds, a tail that could
Knock over several houses, a mouth to kill many men
These did not do it justice
Quickly I closed the gap between us shouting my
Battle cry, to strike it down while asleep would be
Prudent, but it was without honor, those icy clear blue
eyes fasten on me with malice as the serpentine head
weaves back and forth a blast of icy wind just passed
my cheek with frostbite
With sword, shield and claw we clashed, sword sliding
on ice hard scales, dodging blasts from that frozen maw
Time slows down hardly ticks by as I parry and thrust
Sliding on the frozen floor, a blast hits my shield
Freezing my arm to the shield as Fate smiles on me in
Our dual to the death, I thrust my sword in that
Baleful blue eye, pushing it up to the hilt
The wyrm screamed in mortal pain, thrashing her head around
Then fate smiled too on her and she 'crushed me with her head
As I slid to the floor, broken in body, she pinned with
Her foot, I can't move, lying there she glared at me
and I at her one blue eye, enemies in life
Enemies in death, we died
Whiter than a cloud in a sky
A heart colder than it's breath
Our ship steered by the North Star our
Quest was a wyrm that lived in the ice and snow
Northward we sail through great blocks of floating ice
Waiting to send a ship to the cold depths
The harpoons sharpened, waiting to be used
Should the Ice wyrm come our way
Bits and pieces of broken ships now litter the ice
Silent witness of past adventurers
The Ice Wyrm's horde was said to be from ships that
Sailed upon the seas, untouched by man for thousands of
Years, for most, this was the quest, though none would say
Another clue of what was ahead, bones, broken and cracked
Now litter the ice, soon we would have to leave the ship
The ice was as dangerous at the wyrm, we loaded the
Harpoons on the sled, making sure our swords are sharp
If we fail our Quest, our bones will mingle with those here
We hear it long before we see, the air is so cold
Our breath freezes as it leaves us, the wind comes in gales
Threatening to blow us away, freezing the sleds to the ice
Ice, creaking and moaning, the voices of the dead
Heard in the wind mocks us, forcing each to examine
Why we were here. I was here to kill the wyrm
I care not for riches, it is my doom
My conscience is clear
From the time of birth I was trained
No dolls for me just sword and shield
My hand in marriage could never be
As long as the wyrm lives
The cave was rimed in ice, already we had those
Who would not go home, the others deep in plans
Did not see me, put my armour on
I took my sword, tossing the sheath aside
I walked to my doom inside that ice cave
I followed the gale force winds, bending low
Each pause of the wyrms cold breath advanced my cause
I stood at the creature's lair, gasping at it's size
Stories I had heard while growing up, of huge
Wingspans with gale force winds, a tail that could
Knock over several houses, a mouth to kill many men
These did not do it justice
Quickly I closed the gap between us shouting my
Battle cry, to strike it down while asleep would be
Prudent, but it was without honor, those icy clear blue
eyes fasten on me with malice as the serpentine head
weaves back and forth a blast of icy wind just passed
my cheek with frostbite
With sword, shield and claw we clashed, sword sliding
on ice hard scales, dodging blasts from that frozen maw
Time slows down hardly ticks by as I parry and thrust
Sliding on the frozen floor, a blast hits my shield
Freezing my arm to the shield as Fate smiles on me in
Our dual to the death, I thrust my sword in that
Baleful blue eye, pushing it up to the hilt
The wyrm screamed in mortal pain, thrashing her head around
Then fate smiled too on her and she 'crushed me with her head
As I slid to the floor, broken in body, she pinned with
Her foot, I can't move, lying there she glared at me
and I at her one blue eye, enemies in life
Enemies in death, we died
Author notes
Written April 7th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Dragons. Dragons & more Dragons by Nature Song.
300 points, ended October 29, 2006, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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this is like a mystical and wintry feel type of death. dragons are amazing mythical creature, and historically dragons are supposed to be deaf according to Chinese legends. thanks for sharing and good luck.
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A valiant death indeed. It was not long, by far. Just right to me. I enjoyed how even in death, the Wyrm took her killer with her. Now that is as fated as it was to be born. Nicely done.
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Merry meet,
Thank you for your kind comments and I am glads that it was not too long for you.

Amythest
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thanks for entering. i'm lacking both your username at the end of the poem and a statement about which style of poetry you chose to write in however, please amend that.
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Thank you for entering the contet...facinating tale you spun here to ponder! good luck in the contest. ~Sie
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Merry meet Fallen,
I'm really glad that you like this, as it is one of my favorite poems. Thank you again for your compliments.
Amythest -
Wow!! What a beauitful poem. I really liked t, it wasn't long, it was a perfect length. The decription was intense and really gorgeous. Very well done and good luck
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Merry meet MollyFlogginz,
I'm glad that you thought the ending was unexpected and a twist. I was hoping for that. Thank you for the applause.
Amythest -
i love this poem...you did a fantastic job of putting a new twist on fantasy!!
I love the ending...powerful, unexpected. Wonderful poem
Thank you so much for enterring my contest!
<3
molly -
Merry meet,
I'm glad that you like the poem. It's one of my favorites. I got the following information on the word "wyrm" from the Wikipedia(great source of information). It's probably more than you really wanted to know
so here goes:
European dragon
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In European mythology, a dragon is a serpent-like legendary creature. The Latin word draco, as in the constellation Draco, comes directly from Greek δράκων, drákōn. The word for dragon in Germanic mythology and its descendants is worm (Old English: wyrm, Old High German: wurm, Old Norse: ormr), meaning snake or serpent. In Old English wyrm means "serpent", draca means "dragon". Finnish lohikäärme means directly "salmon-snake", but the word lohi- has originally been louhi- meaning crags or rocks, a "mountain snake". Though a winged creature, the dragon is generally to be found in its underground lair, a cave that identifies it as an ancient creature of earth, like the mythic serpent, that was a source of knowledge even in Eden: knowledge is the temptation. Likely, the dragons of European and Mid Eastern mythology stem from the cult of snakes found in religions throughout the world.
The dragon of the modern period is typically depicted as a huge fire-breathing, scaly and horned dinosaur-like creature, with leathery wings, with four legs and a long muscular tail. It is sometimes shown with feathered wings, crests, fiery manes, and various exotic colorations. Iconically it has at last combined the Chinese dragon with the western one. Asian dragons are long serpent like creatures which possess the scales of a carp, horns of a deer, feet of an eagle, the body of a snake, a feathery mane, large eyes, and can be holding a pearl to control lightning. They usually have no wings. Imperial dragons that were sewn on to silk had five claws (for a king), or four for a prince, or three for courtiers of a lower ranking. The dragons were bringers of rain and lived in and governed bodies of water (e.g lakes, rivers, oceans, or seas). Asian dragons were benevolent, but bossy.
Many modern stories represent dragons as extremely intelligent creatures who can talk, associated with (and sometimes in control of) powerful magic. Dragon's blood often has magical properties: for example it let Siegfried understand the language of the Forest Bird. The typical dragon protects a cavern filled with gold and treasure and is often associated with a great hero who tries to slay it, but dragons can be written into a story in as many ways as a human character. This includes the monster being used as a wise being whom heroes could approach for help and advice
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This is awesome Amythest Moonjade, a bit sad too, I have never heard of a wyrm, but the poem was really exciting and intense and amazing, well done!
Good luck in the contest
best wishes as always
xElectricEyezx
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Merry meet Night Valkyrie,
thank you for reading and commenting on my poem.
Amythest -
Detailed story, great fantasy twist. Written very well and the imaging was excellent. Good luck in the contest.
~Val -
GREAT STORY WELL WRITTEN KEEP UP THE GREAT WRITING
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Merry meet Kniepower,
Thank you for the applause and for the kind comments.
Amythest -
great
This was a well written tale, so full of imagination, the flow and style led the reader into the poem, I really enjoyed reading this bit of poetry. this was a job well done. merry meet -
Merry meet Amethyst jean,
thank you for your kind words. It's kinda neat that our names are so close. I have an IM I want to send you if that is alright.
Amythest -
This was very good and well thought of I don't think i cud be this imaginative without a lot of thought this was awesome.
P.S don't think i am weird or anything but don't u think it's kinna cool I am amethyst jean and u are amethest moonjade? -
Wonderful
Thank you for entering.
That was an amazing story and I'm glad you wrote it. ^_^
Please put the option number (in your poem's case Option 1)
That way it complies to the rules.
Very imaginateive and very unique (as far as I've seen anyway of fantasy battle poems). Great story.
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