The Wilderness

I was mining,
one sunny day,
In the wilderness,
where shadows lay.

I pulled an ore from an iron rock
and then continued working,
for I was a miner at heart,
I did not see the danger lurking.

I saw a figure approaching,
far off in the distance,
And by the looks of it,
he needed no assistence.

Fear caught me,
but then I was relieved,
For it was a friend,
who had sent a letter I recently recieved.

He smiled at me,
so I smiled too,
For smiles in the land, I thought,
were too very few.

As he approached me,
I stopped my grin,
For his eyes were not on me.
He was looking at my valuable rune skin.

My rune armour,
I thought, he must want it!
Fear crept into me,
but I fought it.

He was a friend,
he wouldn't go that far!
But I was wrong,
Wrong by afar!

I remembered now,
what the letter was about.
He asked me to PK,
but I had a doubt.

He looked thirsty,
but not for water or food,
For my rune, I thought.
He was clearly deluded.

I started running,
trying to avoid his blade,
But he was cunning and fast,
I wanted him to fade...

Just fade away,
into the distance.
But he was after me,
I thought that instance.

I soon found myself trapped,
Between him and a boulder.
I looked around, and heard something snap.
I was falling, and landed in a pit on my shoulder.

It ached with pain, but I looked up,
and I saw what my friend had become,
A bloodthirsty PKer,
ready for the hunt.

I thought I was to die then,
at that very moment,
yet I felt a surge of courage,
and my friend leapt down to end my torment.

I thought I could hold him off,
maybe wound him, or something!
Then round south towards a town.
And tell them-no, they'd think I was bluffing!

He raised his vicious blade very high,
and brought the steel down on me,
I saw the weapon pass me by,
scraping the nearby roots of a tree.

"One," I said aloud, then,
"two," and then at last, "three!"
I grasped my steel pickaxe,
never have I held it so firmly!

I impaled my steel pickaxe
right into his chest.
He gasped for air,
then laid to his final rest.

He would appear in Lumbridge,
without any of his rune,
what a loss, I thought of his armour,
left in this pitiful dune.

Maybe I could take the armour,
and head south for Ghost Town,
where I could feast on Swordfish,
Lobsters and even meat of a cow.

Rune armour, however,
wasn't needed for me.
I simply left it to rust,
for I needed it no more than a cup of tea.

I continued to mine,
on that sunny day,
in the Wilderness,
where shadows lay.

Poetry is hardly ever seen here, it's refreshing. Unfortunately, I am an awful poet, and can give you very little help.

I will say that certain stanzas didn't seem to flow well, such as:



The first problem is that you used me twice in what is technically the same 'sentence.' It sounds odd, and making the line not rhyme at all is probably a better alternative. Another problem is that the last line is longer than the others, making it harder to read in rhythm.

I did like it, especially since the last poem I saw here was the equivalent of a Weird Al song. Poetry can be much harder to write than an actual story, and this was very well written.

Thanks I'll fix my errors now.

wow thats very good...I loved it

Thanks, man.

It's great and has a nice meter, but you use a rune pickaxe, then switch to steel in a line or two. Just about the only inconsistency I could find.

Awesome poem, I love it

-Ming

Thanks. And I'll fix my errors now, and run through it to check.

"wow" is all I can say. 10/10

That was awesome, thanks.

nice to see a poem and a nice 1 at that but isn't pking gone, well before wildy update was a better time, no annoying revanents

Really cool. Some of the lines/verses things didn't flow quite as well but it was real good I liked it

Thanks. I'll try and revise it.

for a rs poem, tht was impressive

Thanks.

I'm going to have to agree with Sryen, some of the stanzas just didn't sound right. There was a very nice plot, however. It just portrays all the dangers you will face in the wilderness. I think the title should have a little more action in it, due to the fact that there was a lot of action in the poem. Overall, you did a good job

I think that the reason my stanzas aren't right at all is because I like writing stories, and that's what I tried to convey when I authored this piece right here. It's like trying to make a story rhyme, it just won't come out right.

Ahhhh. Yes.

Nice poem. Did this really happen to you? Or is it just made up?

This is a total work of fiction, back when the Wilderness was the Wilderness.

hurray for the steel pickaxe KO Xd

I thought that at some points, there was no rhythm and 1 or 2 imperfect rhymes. But overall, I enjoyed it.

Nice poem 10/10

Runescape poetry -- I'm all for it. A burst of fresh air. well done.

Its a really good poem. Btw if you needed the armor nor more than a cup of tea, you must have really needed that armor! Tea is one of the world wonders hahaha jk