Ghetsis Sestina
Aug. 8th, 2012 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseudogeekIn an issue of The Sandman, there was an idea of "A sestina about silence, using the keywords dark, ragged, never, screaming and kiss." Many have attempted at writing this poem, and I'm going to try and write it with Ghetsis from Pokemon BW and B2W2 for extra difficulty. But I'm going to ignore the meter constrains. And change kiss into kissed to make it both easier and harder. As a mercy to self, I'm not going to care about the envoy's word orders.
Poem below:
Ghetsis Sestina
In silence, you dream, the sage in the shadow, Ghetsis of the dark.
In silence, you plot, children you take from the ragged
And make into king and goddesses, out of kindness? Never.
In great clamour you crown the king, the knights from fervor screaming;
Yet in silence the daughters are goddesses, a make-believe, with love kissed.
The castle grows and fills, truth and ideal mingled into chaos, until the fall into silence.
In silence, you advance, your shadow looming over the world, reducing it to silence.
In silence, you laugh, watching with enjoyment the king from the dark.
In great clamour, you degrade and insult the very son you raised, the miserable boy now joy-kissed.
And into the silence you fall, again, no longer the father of a king, but a pauper and vagabond ragged.
Yet the tritone continues to play, the melody chanting and screaming
Ghetsis, will you accept your fate? Your answer is clear: never.
In silence, you drag yourself up again, your hopes and dreams wounded yet never
Is the tritone in your heart and head reduced to silence.
And alone, in forgotten caves, you would stand and, screaming
Reciting the silent melody in the dark.
Your magnificent cape in tatters, your pride ragged
You look at your once-ringed fingers, thrice kissed.
And in the great labyrinth of fate, you wait, your face tear-kissed.
To wait for the monster and released by the monster, never!
To wait for the monster and become the monster, ragged
Yet the richest man you are, in your ideals and truths, from silence
Accumulated more than a king's ransom, hidden in the dark,
Until you can hear the universe itself from the load and fear screaming.
Ghetsis! From the abyss of the pulse, Kyurem is screaming.
The dragon of none is on your side and, under your command, the land, ice-kissed.
And your reign blazes and blooms anew, from the dark
Of your ambition and fury, and your despair, that never
Calmed into song, but an ascending tritone, weaved into a white-silence
Blinding your mind which is, though rich in motive, in morality ragged.
Ghetsis! The once colourful coat of yours, now grey and ragged,
Trapped with you in your labyrinthal fate, blind, seems screaming.
Dreams twisted and lost, children forsaken, your life falling into silence.
Pierced only by your cries of rage, then seals again, destiny-kissed.
And to let your traitors leave this monstrous path? Never.
The son you silvered as king is sinking into your dark.
Ghetsis! In your ragged spirit, withering in silence,
Holding in your weakened body a heart never kissed.
In the dying dark, leaving nothing but a tritone screaming.
-Fin-
(Thanks to Lin who listened to me talking about wanting to write this poem and what a sestina is while being very sleepy.)
Poem below:
Ghetsis Sestina
In silence, you dream, the sage in the shadow, Ghetsis of the dark.
In silence, you plot, children you take from the ragged
And make into king and goddesses, out of kindness? Never.
In great clamour you crown the king, the knights from fervor screaming;
Yet in silence the daughters are goddesses, a make-believe, with love kissed.
The castle grows and fills, truth and ideal mingled into chaos, until the fall into silence.
In silence, you advance, your shadow looming over the world, reducing it to silence.
In silence, you laugh, watching with enjoyment the king from the dark.
In great clamour, you degrade and insult the very son you raised, the miserable boy now joy-kissed.
And into the silence you fall, again, no longer the father of a king, but a pauper and vagabond ragged.
Yet the tritone continues to play, the melody chanting and screaming
Ghetsis, will you accept your fate? Your answer is clear: never.
In silence, you drag yourself up again, your hopes and dreams wounded yet never
Is the tritone in your heart and head reduced to silence.
And alone, in forgotten caves, you would stand and, screaming
Reciting the silent melody in the dark.
Your magnificent cape in tatters, your pride ragged
You look at your once-ringed fingers, thrice kissed.
And in the great labyrinth of fate, you wait, your face tear-kissed.
To wait for the monster and released by the monster, never!
To wait for the monster and become the monster, ragged
Yet the richest man you are, in your ideals and truths, from silence
Accumulated more than a king's ransom, hidden in the dark,
Until you can hear the universe itself from the load and fear screaming.
Ghetsis! From the abyss of the pulse, Kyurem is screaming.
The dragon of none is on your side and, under your command, the land, ice-kissed.
And your reign blazes and blooms anew, from the dark
Of your ambition and fury, and your despair, that never
Calmed into song, but an ascending tritone, weaved into a white-silence
Blinding your mind which is, though rich in motive, in morality ragged.
Ghetsis! The once colourful coat of yours, now grey and ragged,
Trapped with you in your labyrinthal fate, blind, seems screaming.
Dreams twisted and lost, children forsaken, your life falling into silence.
Pierced only by your cries of rage, then seals again, destiny-kissed.
And to let your traitors leave this monstrous path? Never.
The son you silvered as king is sinking into your dark.
Ghetsis! In your ragged spirit, withering in silence,
Holding in your weakened body a heart never kissed.
In the dying dark, leaving nothing but a tritone screaming.
-Fin-
(Thanks to Lin who listened to me talking about wanting to write this poem and what a sestina is while being very sleepy.)
