And to get to the other side…
Wide is the path
Long is the road
And so, across the road I flew.

But When I was across
Lost, was my foreseen cause
With that, my life started anew.


The worries of yesterday
today, tomorrow
are gone.

I lie, eyes closed, not feeling
not thinking
just breathing
Where I am
by this meadow
by the farm.

A breeze rolls by
as I watch a few doves fly high.
With that
I fall asleep.


Oh how I love this dark, clammy place.
Of where dwells eerie bugs
In which in my mouth forms
a foul taste.

Sinister corners of which
form black figures of shade.
The light of my little lamp light
disappearing to a fade.

A tiny whistle I hear
from a loose vent someplace nearby.
The hairs on my neck stand
as I hear the wails of a banshee’s cry.

Within the hidden shadows
of which whom only I can see.
Whisper dreary riddles
intended solely for me.



Within the fiery flames
of burning Inferno,
there dwelled a demon
of malicious evil.

Listen, carefully
as I will recall
of this tale
of a paladin’s fall.

For he desired her love,
though she not of his.
For a succubus has of no desire
as she lures poor men with her temptatious kiss.

Those who have fallen
knew not of their fate.
Till the end,
Though alas, be too late.

Her bidding, they did
of those she sent out to kill.
Her master wished it
None other – The Arch Devil.

This Paladin, unnamed though was he.
Fell blindly to the spell
of lust he soon be.

Soon, he did
all that could be done.
To gain the hand of this maiden
of which he thought could be won.

And so to his guild he betrayed
His companions, led astray.
His party grew thin
For none now saw any reason to stay.
Blinded to him,
his cause seemed fair.
However as his deeds grew bloody
No longer a paladin was there.

And when he was challenged

 to commit the murder of his kin.
Death piecered from his eyes
of unholy netherworld sin.

However hear as I sing

of this tale’s close
of our fallen hero’s demise
be it not from his foes.

For it was his brother

of whom he was sent to kill
Which sent the lost paladin
to his final peril.

Amiss did he see

the skill of his kindred’s blade.
Death was the price
that our knight finally paid.



 Asylum Rationale

               Asylum is a poem I wrote inspired by my basement in which many of the things in the poem exist. I wrote the poem as one of the writer’s warm ups which required you to write a poem which describes a favourite or feared place by incorporating all five senses in your description. At first I wrote the poem describing my basement, of which I had mixed feelings about. Although it is my favourite place due to the amount of fun stuff down there, there are a number of annoyances: It’s often dark due to the lack of light, there are bugs that fly or crawl around, the lamp I have set up down there often dims, the heater makes a lot of noise whenever it randomly turns on, and the various junk stashed down there sometimes casts freaky shadows which can sometimes appear scary especially after a good horror movie and I don’t have my glasses. These features can make it so that the basement is more of a feared place than a favourite place. With that idea, I reread the poem a couple times and thought it would be a neat idea to reformat the poem so that it was a combination of the two: a favourite place of someone’s which would otherwise be a feared place for everyone else. I came up with an asylum, and rewrote the poem so that the narrator is one of the patients who live there. He mentions various attributes of his home which most people (or at least, those who are sane) would find unappealing, such as the darkness, the bugs, and shadows. He is obviously a bit loony, as a little whistle from a vent to him sounds like a piecing scream. As well, he sees “hidden shadows”, or shades, which talk to him, but to him only. These two stanzas were very interesting and fun to write because they work like metaphors, however are more like figurative language. The narrator perceives reality different than what it really is. It is clear that the narrator is insane and thus the reader is forced to go on the same ride as he/she whom they are reading. However the reader does not know just how wild the ride is until the 3rd stanza.

               Henry and Tre both liked this poem. They both liked the atmosphere and the imagery that went along in the poem. Tre stated that the poem flowed well even despite him reading it to himself, rather than having myself read it to him. They noted to me a few times where I used a word twice (eg. little lamp light, little whistle) which I later fixed (little lamp light, tiny whistle). The visualization was clearly there; Tre “could really see the basement/asylum”. One thing I wanted to do, in order to fulfill the warm up expectations, was to describe the smell of the room. I conferred to my peers, who suggested words I could use. However, I had already used those words to describe the room (foul, bitter, dark, clammy/damp). In the end I couldn’t find any way to add another stanza in without disrupting everything else. However I am satisfied with the current state of the poem – I had wanted to write something that had to do with loss sanity (the ideas of which I described in my previous writers notebook entries) in the Poe/Lovecraft style, which I believe I had accomplished within this poem. Although I wanted to write it as a story, I guess this was the next best thing.

Necromancer Rationale

               Necromancer is a poem which follows a trochaic tetrameter in the first stanza and an iambic tetrameter in the second meter. The reason for doing so is that when the poem begins, the narrator is speaking as if he/she appears to be powerful. The textbook states that “trochaic meter sounds forceful and powerful.” This characterizes the narrator, who reveals at the end of the stanza as “the Lich King”. Following that stanza, the following stanza is the King describing his undead kingdom and his plans to summon up “those who rest” in order to wage war against “those who dwell within the light”, which we assume are those who are living. The rhythmic pattern changes to iambic because as the textbook states “iambic meter most closely resembles the rhythm of everyday speech”. The King here narrates in a less forceful tone because typically those who held impressive titles would be forceful as they introduced themselves in order to emphasize their power and importance, however would then soften their tone for the rest of the conversation. The Lich King, being the absolute rule of the undead, speaks in a mighty tone to introduce who he is and to describe his personality, and then changes to a more casual tone as he speaks of his plans.  Necromanceris definitely a dark poem, filled with dark imagery. There is hatred, slavery, undead, necromancy, tyranny, malice, sin, war, and death: just about everything you need for an absolute “evil poem”. Personally, as I read the poem, I can almost see the black words on the page become bolded and slowly “take over” the white sheet of which it’s written on.

               Henry read the poem and noticed the tone stating it was “a good tone”. He stated that the poem had “clever rhymes” which I assumed he liked. Also, he liked the content, stating that it was an “interesting topic choice.” Shalu also enjoyed the poem and “saw nothing wrong with it”. Personally however, I realized later that I had to fix a couple minor errors within the poem. One, I noticed that a couple of my verses were missing one or a half meters. This was easy to fix as I added a word here and there and/or took some away. I quickly reread it to them after fixing this and they found the poem slightly improved. Another thing was my inability to use words which had more than two syllables. I wasn’t sure if it was possible to do so while still maintaining the accented and unaccented syllable patterns. This greatly frustrated me because I had, for example, wished to use the word “necropolis” to describe the King’s realm, however it kept disrupting the accent patterns and was a whomping 4 syllable word, in which thus even if I had been able to add the word in, it would have taken up a whole 2 of my 4 foot max tetrameter. I conferred this with Henry though the two of us found no solution. Shalu was of no help as well, unfortunately. This was little of a problem however as my poem was done and fine the way it was with what I had “(“within my realm is malice creed”).


Moksha Rationale

             Moksha was one of the first poems I wrote for this assignment. It was a writer’s warm up that simply required you to write a poem that started with the punch line of a joke. The joke which I chose was “why did the chicken cross the road?” Punch line – “To get to the other side.” I added an “and” in there so that the first verse flowed better with the rest of the poem and that it added a bit of ambiguity. It is clear from the poem that it begins at the “end” of the narrator’s path/life [path=road]. He/she narrates that the path is wide and narrow; however he/she persists regardless as it is the path she/he must take. However, when the narrator gets to the end of the road at the other side, the narrator realizes that he/she had taken the wrong path to the other side, in which the narrator’s “cause” was lost. He/she “flies” across the road, in which the reader may interpret as a chicken flying, however, it is actually a metaphor of the life of the narrator speeding through life. Instead of taking the time to carefully assess the path which the narrator should have taken, he/she hastily flies across it. It was only at the end did the narrator realize his/her mistake. In fact, the entire poem is a metaphor. The reason why the poem is entitled Moksha is because in Indian religions, moksha means “release” or “to let go”, in which is the state of achieving liberation in life to end suffering and thus to end the repeated cycle of death and reincarnation. In Hinduism, they believe that a person must achieve moksha in order for their life to be complete. In not, they are reincarnated, which is what happens to the narrator in the poem: “And thus, my life started anew”. However, the reader could continue to believe that the poem is about a chicken flying across the road and that she laid an egg at the end which is what the new life is and thus in the case of this poem, it answers the age old question that the chicken did come before the egg.

             Henry read this poem with the image of the chicken, so I guess he went with the egg laying theory at the end of the poem. It worked for him as he said he liked the concept of starting anew. Thus I didn’t bother to tell him the other meaning of the poem and its affiliation with Hinduism. I really like how this poem has an easy to catch “funny” interpretation for light hearted people, and a slightly harder to catch “sad” interpretation for deeper hearted people. In fact, everyone in the class who had read the poem went with the chicken interpretation (makes sense – everyone knows why the chicken crossed the road. That “joke” is as old as the dinosaurs) and asked why the poem was strangely entitled “Moksha”. I didn’t bother to tell them, as I figured it’d ruin the fun for them. Everyone who read the poem got a chuckle out from it. I figured there’d be nothing funny if I told them the other meaning behind the poem.

Pyromancy Rationale

              Pyromancy I a ballad I wrote which tells a tale of a paladin, who is supposed to be depicted as a holy knight whose purpose was to protect the people, and his fall from grace as he is seduced by a succubus to carry out her unlawful deeds, which included murder. He begins losing himself as the temptress uses her seductive powers to get him to do the stuff she wants, all of which go against the paladin’s nature. The poem describes how the succubus lures men with her deception and lustful beauty, but in reality only uses them in her interest of her real true master, which is a devil. It is a tale of blind love and loss of innocence as well as the power of evil. The title of the poem comes from the content and imagery of the poem. The poem has a bright red imagery from the descriptions of fire and blood. As well, passionate love is often depicted as pink, while deep intimate or lustful love is often depicted as a bright red colour. The ballad follows an A-B-C-B rhyming scheme which stays constant throughout the poem It’s written in a way where the sentences sound kind of olden (eg. For he desired her love, though she not of his). This has a good effect and goes with the tone of the ballad, which has a medieval fantasy setting/atmosphere. The title of the poem means “divination by fire or flames” and although the divination part wasn’t incorporated into the poem, the protagonist of the ballad definitively “plays with fire” which burns him throughout the poem and ultimately leads to his death.

            Henry liked the story and thought the rhyming scheme was great. Henry liked the line where it said “a demon of malicious evil”.  You told me to try to get rid of the placement words and I tried to find them and got rid of as much as possible. Henry didn’t know that the original line read as “a demon of much evil” and found this other word (malicious) unique and full of imagery. Reading through the very end of the poem, he continued to like the choice of words and the story remained interesting to him until the very end. Christine also noticed the use of words and commented on the style and found it interesting if not slightly strange. Personally, I found this poem quite difficult to write. The subject matter was sensitive, and the plot and structure of the poem was quite new to me (not that I really wrote much poems in the past).  It forced me to write in a style I had never done before. As for the choice of words, I found it only possible that I wrote my story the way it turned out by recalling all the vocabulary, terminology, and sentence structure I gained from dialogues seen, read, and heard from various video games I had played in the past which had fictional historic fantasy in the content, which most games these days seem to incorporate. It might sound weird to say, but I can definitely say that playing all those games helped me write this ballad and without having the experience or exposure to those games, I’m pretty sure I would have had no chance in writing my ballad to this quality. I discussed this with Henry, and although he agreed, I’m not sure if he sees eye to eye with me because from as far as I know, he doesn’t play these types of “role playing games” and is more into first person shooters…

Bliss Rationale

           This poem was one of the writer warm ups where you had to write a poem based on a dream. This one was quite difficult as reams are hard to remember once they’ve ended and I didn’t have the leisure of writing any good dreams down. However, I started by recalling emotions that I could have felt within the dream. This helps to recall dreams and the symbols which can be remembered. I noted down the words “happy, relaxed, joyful, and carefree.” By doing that, I was able to include objective symbols which connect to the emotions. As well, I included “temperatures” as well in my brainstorming. I came up with the words “warm, cool, and temperate”.  I then included things I would include in the tone, provide imagery, and such things as doves are clear symbols of peace. As for the “write a dream” process, I figured it wasn’t a big deal if the reader realised it was a dream or not. As DiCaprio’s character quoted in Inception “dreams feel real while we’re in them”. And so if I had actually written an instance of a dream I had, there wouldn’t have been any indication that it was actually a dream. The warm up instructions stated this: “write the dream details as if they were real.” Thus I’m pretty sure the poem intended for me to write something really bizarre. This wasn’t what I was going for and I really wanted to write a more peaceful poem about a dream. So, I wrote my poem with a serene narrator who is day dreaming in peace shortly before he “falls asleep”. This poem is open for interpretation as the narrator falling asleep could mean several things. It could be the literal sense, where he’s really falling asleep due to him losing his worries from his peaceful surroundings, or it could mean he’s actually dying and that the worries he’s been going through is his hard life which is now finally coming to an end. The poem has an unclear beginning as to what the narrator is worried about, and thus opens the poem for interpretation. It could be that he is dreaming as he is in the meadow and farm, or that he is simply daydreaming. Regardless, he is most definitely in a state of bliss. The poem is written with mainly short verses. This gives the poem a nice rhythm where it’s purposely showing that the poem is meant to be read slowly with frequent pauses. This fits the content as the narrator is in not state of rush.

          Henry found that the poem “conveyed emotions very well.” This was quite a relief and I was quite happy and somewhat surprised because before writing this poem, I had brainstormed certain emotions I wanted the reader to feel. It seemed that this paid off as Henry hadn’t read any of it and was still able to get the emotions and mood of the poem. The poem was meant to make the reader feel as the narrator is feeling, which is [emotions] relaxed, carefree, happy [temperature] a mix of warm and cool [setting] a meadow by a farm followed by a cool breeze. It was nice to see someone read the poem and get the sense of feeling I was aiming for. Henry stated that he had liked the image of the farm and meadow, which showed that is indeed where he got those emotions from. What I learned from writing this poem and the peer work shop process is  that you don’t need to specifically state emotions in a poem for them to be clearly felt by the reading (in terms of association).