~The Dragon Flies Lair III~

October 18, 2003 | bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

How 'bout that. And at exactly 1,000. You are good. LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL

[Darksheare]

I'm not sure I'd know what to do with the power under that thing's throttle...

[Darksheare]

WOW.
What hath inspired this one?
(curiosity and all that...)

[Soaring Feather]

Aren't Triker's machines something???

I would love to rip and tear around in one of those Trikes!!

[Soaring Feather]

>What hath inspired this one? <

MaxPayne2 Theme

[Darksheare]

I'd be prized from a tree with tweezers if I did that..
I tend to smart off on vehicles that have less than four wheels.
You know, the almost child like sense and feeling of immortality and invincibility one has while zipping around on two or so wheels.

It gets to my head and I honestly forget what I'm sitting on...

[Darksheare]

Aaaah.
That game was just promo'd on TV last night.
It's full title is Max Payne 2 The Fall of Max Payne.
In the original one, there's a lady (loosely termed, she plays with guns and kills people) named Mona Sax.
Put it short, he falls in love with her.
Max Payne 2 supposedly ties up the loose ends from the original.
Rumor mill has it that either he dies, or she does.

[Soaring Feather]

WOW.
What hath inspired this one?
(curiosity and all that...)

soooooooo, what did you think about it??? I know you said WOW, but what else. becasue it's not my normal mode of writing??

[Darksheare]

I likes it.
Was greatly afeared that it was inspired by something I wrote or drew...
That would show that i'm having an influence of some sort or another.
(Sis says "influenza".. thanks sis.)

[Soaring Feather]

Was greatly afeared that it was inspired by something I wrote or drew...

So is that not good thing??? We do influence one another!!

[Darksheare]

Umm..
According to my sister I have a strange influence.
Whether or not that is good or bad is debateable...
*chuckle*

I feel it's a good thing.
(Unless all your stuff suddenly becomes gothic in nature... *chuckle*)

[Trikebuilder]

"I'm not sure I'd know what to do with the power under that thing's throttle..."

Silly, you turn it up just short of a heart attack, set the cruise control and RIDE!

[Trikebuilder]

"Nice. I especially like the seat cover section."

Yes a proper seat cover makes for a terrific machine even if it doesn't have an engine! :^)

[Trikebuilder]

Ancient Lessons In Burning Stone

The sharp edged stygian mountain rose seven miles into the ebony sky,
and down its ash scarred flank ran the tears of cloud battered on its stony spire.
Nothing grew upon it then or now, and won’t even as eternity draws nigh,
for its the blasted place where even Gods dwell not among it lurid fire.

It sits above the flat plain covered in hardened ash of ages gone by,
and nothing moves except the wind, and even it seems to terrify.
The volcano is called Eachi, the ‘tower of lost souls’, or so the tales cry,
and the plain is known as Guldor, where all life goes to die.

For leagues around the stories are told of the day the mountain was born,
amid the crash of hellish storm, and falling stars, and cites that brightly burned.
Some said it was in vengeance, for appeasing a terrible God with horns,
but others are closer to the truth when they speak of stolen God’s fire in bloom.

The surface of the world was broken on that day, deep unto the core,
and out flowed the fire of molten rock, to spew heat and poison there.
Life was taken in numbers like sand under the reddened sun and more,
and weak and strong perished in a breath on Goldor’s plain, in despair.

Now only death holds court here, as the dark wind sings its empty song,
and speaks of fools so cruel they made the Gods lay waste to them at last.
Their mistakes were simply legend, and each told of their final wrong,
when they struck out at the Gods and lost as fools do, shamefast.

Perhaps the gods will try again, to build a better world for someone yet to come,
and I hope they learn the things that the others missed in their mindless hate.
To become worthy of all the gifts of God, and stop with greed so dumb,
for only by accepting the duties as foretold, will life expand and beat this fate.

Live with care and go not close to Eachi standing there, so tall and deadly fair,
nor try to cross the stark plains of Guldor grand, or suffer yet another fate.
Learn from their mistakes, and tread not their ash draped lonely graves there,
but go beyond and find the place that they would not seek, their greed to sate.

[Trikebuilder]

Ancient Lessons In Burning Stone

The sharp edged stygian mountain rose seven miles into the ebony sky,
and down its ash scarred flank ran the tears of cloud battered on its stony spire.
Nothing grew upon it then or now, and won’t even as eternity draws nigh,
for its the blasted place where even Gods dwell not among it lurid fire.

It sits above the flat plain covered in hardened ash of ages gone by,
and nothing moves except the wind, and even it seems to terrify.
The volcano is called Eachi, the ‘tower of lost souls’, or so the tales cry,
and the plain is known as Guldor, where all life goes to die.

For leagues around the stories are told of the day the mountain was born,
amid the crash of hellish storm, and falling stars, and cites that brightly burned.
Some said it was in vengeance, for appeasing a terrible God with horns,
but others are closer to the truth when they speak of stolen God’s fire in bloom.

The surface of the world was broken on that day, deep unto the core,
and out flowed the fire of molten rock, to spew heat and poison there.
Life was taken in numbers like sand under the reddened sun and more,
and weak and strong perished in a breath on Goldor’s plain, in despair.

Now only death holds court here, as the dark wind sings its empty song,
and speaks of fools so cruel they made the Gods lay waste to them at last.
Their mistakes were simply legend, and each told of their final wrong,
when they struck out at the Gods and lost as fools do, shamefast.

Perhaps the gods will try again, to build a better world for someone yet to come,
and I hope they learn the things that the others missed in their mindless hate.
To become worthy of all the gifts of God, and stop with greed so dumb,
for only by accepting the duties as foretold, will life expand and beat this fate.

Live with care and go not close to Eachi standing there, so tall and deadly fair,
nor try to cross the stark plains of Guldor grand, or suffer yet another fate.
Learn from their mistakes, and tread not their ash draped lonely graves there,
but go beyond and find the place that they would not seek, their greed to sate.

[Trikebuilder]

Ancient Lessons In Burning Stone

The sharp edged stygian mountain rose seven miles into the ebony sky,
and down its ash scarred flank ran the tears of cloud battered on its stony spire.
Nothing grew upon it then or now, and won’t even as eternity draws nigh,
for its the blasted place where even Gods dwell not among it lurid fire.

It sits above the flat plain covered in hardened ash of ages gone by,
and nothing moves except the wind, and even it seems to terrify.
The volcano is called Eachi, the ‘tower of lost souls’, or so the tales cry,
and the plain is known as Guldor, where all life goes to die.

For leagues around the stories are told of the day the mountain was born,
amid the crash of hellish storm, and falling stars, and cites that brightly burned.
Some said it was in vengeance, for appeasing a terrible God with horns,
but others are closer to the truth when they speak of stolen God’s fire in bloom.

The surface of the world was broken on that day, deep unto the core,
and out flowed the fire of molten rock, to spew heat and poison there.
Life was taken in numbers like sand under the reddened sun and more,
and weak and strong perished in a breath on Goldor’s plain, in despair.

Now only death holds court here, as the dark wind sings its empty song,
and speaks of fools so cruel they made the Gods lay waste to them at last.
Their mistakes were simply legend, and each told of their final wrong,
when they struck out at the Gods and lost as fools do, shamefast.

Perhaps the gods will try again, to build a better world for someone yet to come,
and I hope they learn the things that the others missed in their mindless hate.
To become worthy of all the gifts of God, and stop with greed so dumb,
for only by accepting the duties as foretold, will life expand and beat this fate.

Live with care and go not close to Eachi standing there, so tall and deadly fair,
nor try to cross the stark plains of Guldor grand, or suffer yet another fate.
Learn from their mistakes, and tread not their ash draped lonely graves there,
but go beyond and find the place that they would not seek, their greed to sate.

[Trikebuilder]

sorry for the multiple posts, my computer is acting wacko! If you can please delete the extras for me, much appreciated.

Big hug for all this work!
Trike

[Conspiracy Guy]

And a T Shirt that says "If you can read this the B>>>> fell off" on the back.

[Darksheare]

I tend to smart off on things that have less than four wheels...
I would be the itty bitty red smear beneath the huge jumble of metal neatly wrapped around the tree...
*chuckle*
There's a short macabre story in there somewhere.