The Lore of SH

[Le_ther]

There exists a syllable.
It treats everything like a fable.
dwelling among the sea of stories
Its mind grows stagnated and harder to please.

So, one day like a constellation.
It asked itself an explanation
"How does one create such a tale?"
"Despite the many reasons to fail?"

The syllable didn't know what to think.
Its laziness and curiosity paralleled a newborn kid.
Then, it picked up its pen and splattered ink.
With a mind filled with imagination that starts to vivid.


I don't really know much about myself but all I know is that I just read everything that exists no matter the genre. But, some things really start to get stale especially cliches... Well, I guess that is that and this is this. The poem I made doesn't really make sense. So uh interpret it the way you like, my dear authors and readers.

 

[RepresentingCaution]

I wish I could contribute something great, but my creative juices are running dry.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

I wish I could contribute something great, but my creative juices are running dry.

@DryToast That was too easy. Try harder.

 

[Deleted member 76176]

I'll be honest; I've never written anything like this before. I also never imagined what kind of lore I want my SH character to have, so I’m grateful; it was a rewarding experience.
As for what I wrote, it’s up to your interpretation really. Bonus point if you can guess which singer inspired me.

Spoiler: Reina is lost.

My heart pounds within these grand walls
In your presence, my love, I feel complete
Chanting a spell, a magical decree
Creating a world of wonders for you and me to flee.

A sea of shining spangles, like fake étoiles
Amid the sugar confectionery's delight
A gaudy music and joyous merry sight
I will dance with you, my dear
Wearing thin and hard shoes.

Though the audience seats are empty, I'll perform
For you, my love
If someday I stumble and fall to the ground
Will you halt your steps and pick me up?
Will you shed a tear, my love, for me?

Along the merry music that fills the air,
I stretch my trembling fingers
Wondering if it's because of your touch
That I feel warmth and love so much.
In an embrace, your arms around my frame
I'm lost in your sweet and gentle reign
Round and round, we'll dazzle the crowd
Dancing the caucus race.

Cheeks blushed with rouge, my heart takes flight
The palette of love, infinite and unbound
Like sugar bitter fairy tales, we'll roam
In lace and frills, our sweet kingdom.

Sweet things hide the truth
Fluttering skirts, what's concealed, what's not?
In the orange moon's glow, a bell tolls
This dream, this circus of love and illusion
I struggle with confusion.

With my wobbling legs, I can't go anywhere
I cannot go to heaven, how foolishness
But still, I'll show you my dance, round and round
In the ebb and flow, we'll be forever bound.

Soft moonlight through dusty window panes
I twirl in the mansion, where love remains
Words of love vanish upon my lips
Their destinations hidden from the sight
With a broom in hand, I dance on the floor
Sweeping away the dust.

And what do you do, my dear, when purpose seems lost?
In this fleeting chase?
But fear not, for it will be a gentle dream
Our innocent hearts, together, gleam.

 

[ArrogantYoungMaster]

Ambushed by four swords on the way to an auction house. Hmph, trash, all of them.
I already prepared my artifacts, this one suggests making your future ambushes actual surprises.
How many of your hits can my formation endure?
It does not matter because this one has already activated all 37 arrays on myself.
When you have regained consciousness, I had sat all of you, in peasant rags, in the auction's front row,
I, your grandfather, auctioned off your valuables and sold the rest,
And is generous enough to permit you watch the highest bidders collect your forfeited items.
Yes, this includes everything from your hidden spatial rings.
...
Stop crying, your swords aren't that valuable.