Ket Island/Atomic's Poem
Mind again the baneful rememberance
Of the destructive wrath Winniethepooh
Born of two thousand four, pseudonym of
The hateful Shreda, held as a bronze axe
To lay waste that nesian citadel
Built as an earthly respite for the gods
And those aspiring to the divine.
Who was it that had planned such destruction?
Truly it was JJ, wroth at heart o'er
The many portals to the End the isle
Housed, 'twas he who set the eternal Fates
To uncover the adamantine rock
And reveal the hidden location to
That ever destructive Shreda and thus
Bring the mournful downfall of Ket Island.
Founding
Verily the base had grown old in the hearts
Of the members of the close union of
NBT and thus they set out in search
Of a new home with potent of glory
And so boarded their black ships, loosed the sails
Carrying precious hoards of dupes of every sort
Launched into the black sea of unknown fate
Like the captains and explorers of old
Peerless Swagnus and diogenes Syotos
Led their men and comrades, full of brav'ry
Through chaos and across oceans unsailed.
Daily would the Norsk sailor walk the bow
As the empyreal orb leased its light
Shining ruby, glittering orange, filling
The navy depths of the dusk sky with light
New and till now unseen, to send forth a
Winged messenger, like Noah, in hope of
Untouched land, salvation from the dark sea.
It was weeks, nay, even a month, before
A young tender branch was brought back, held in
The sharp beaks of that bright bird, lighting on
The outstretched weathered hand of the Norwegian
Who steered the ship toward the origin
Of the angel's return journey shipward.
Within that day the island appeared
Rising up from below the horizon
And thus the captain opening his mouth
Spake the isle's new appellation "Ket."
For the first time since creation, human
Feet now stepped upon its primitive shores
And through a thorough search the island proved
Free of polyphemic monsters or past
Inhabitation, and thus by mercy
Of the Ocean's primordial mother
Paradise was gained and a New City
Was founded far from the ever broiling
Wars of men and Freedom from nomadic
Wand'rings eternal, housed by Sky and Sea.
Builds
Construction then turned chaos to order
As the crafty sojourners set to work.
Swagnus, in masonry and carpentry
Well famed, he pieced together the city's
Center, full of ornate stonework, beneath
A treasure room of unending supplies.
Later built he submarines and ships and
The stables that housed the fierce war horses
And the meditative pagoda atop
A nebulous cloud covered mountain peak.
The polytechnic artist Paradigm
Proceeding after, created a most
Glorious tower, not unlike a
Rare flower, prized posession of any
Gardener, and therein sat he within his
Never resting mind. Then SyotosGreen
King of all lands, founded a luminous
Lighthouse, a fitting symbol, likened to
The Light that shone from the horizon where
Ket had hidden herself, but then revealed.
AtomicSquid, famed for diorite set forth
To build a palace, set above all else
Near the heavens, constructed of fine stone
Afterward a city in all Venetian
Style, and another seafaring ship.
Also Fibular, famed in mapmaking
Created a many leveled tower
In appearance like a white wedding cake
With incredible care and thought, pleasing
To all senses, especially to sight.
Then that Doctor born of Australia
Famed architect of brilliant Fortuna
Set a circle upon the ocean, drained
The space dry, and placed therein a tower
In modern style, artfully designed.
Thus these godly men set an oasis
In a watery desert, and many
Other great creations in addition.
Grief
But the bitter Fates would not allow this
Paradise to be under posession
Forever and therefore enacted their
Plan to send forth the crew back to the wars
And painful strivings of barbarous men.
It was them who put it in mind to have
The base opened to the eyes of all, which
Would have resulted in nought, if it hadn't
Been that the unbreakable stone, which the
Gods set in a pattern, same among all
Worlds alike, was revealed by accident
By no malice or forethought of a member
And would have gone unnoticed except by
Those plotting eyes of Shreda, who had then
Mapped the location of this once hidden
Paradise and went to fulfill the lust
For wrathful destruction which consumed his
Black hateful heart. Waited he thus for an
Opportune time when the base, left empty
And vulnerable, and leapt as a lion
Upon an innocent gazelle, to gnash at
The tender flesh, so that the golden fur
Was stained entirely red and its life
To hang in the mouth of the terrible beast.
In like manner did Shreda set withers
Upon the fields and forests of the isle.
Flames did tear through the branches and consume
All precious creatures though tender and young.
The foundation of all the divinely
Constructed buildings were shook and to the
Ground they quickly fell with a frightful crash.
The high aloft palace and pagoda
Once sublime locales for meditations
Sweet and soul uplifting now were covered
In obscure and shapeless clouds of chaos
And death, full of terror and the unknown.
An isle once ruled by Peace and Order
Now conquered by the bloodthirsty Ares
And Phobos and Deimos as well, through their
Wicked messenger Winnie Pooh, whos wrath
Far outmatched that of even Achilles
Laid waste the nesian citadel and
Thus had the plan of JJ been fulfilled
And the world left forever changed with no
Soul remaining to feel secure no matter
What invulnerable materials be
Of its construction. And so the prophet
Sits inconsolable and despairing
Speaking his lamentations to no one.