Technoblade never dies
My finished tribute to Technoblade! Rest in power king 👑
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Technoblade never dies
My finished tribute to Technoblade! Rest in power king 👑
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Tribute to Technoblade
I've made my fair share of tributes for the Blood God, but I think this one really shares how much I appreciate him. So long, Technoblade, enemy of all governments, until next revolution o7
See you nerds on the other side👑
Parti’s Poems
Legacy of the Blade
“What is a legacy?”
A question first posed to me in a story of a man fighting to be free.
Far from the first time I’d heard the word, but the first time it stuck with me beyond a surface level. Albeit just for a bit of whimsy.
“Seeds in a garden,” said he. “Ones you never get to see.” It caught me, I admit, in the way a vague tune may catch your ear before it dissipates; beautiful, without making its way to the heart.
And then it was another man, and the grand design he built upon a false sea. He wanted to be remembered, wanted it desperately. He would claw and cheat and kill for this supposed destiny. And his corrupted fervour did arrest me. But, like the first, it didn’t quite test me.
Still, I held onto these nuggets of fool’s gold, for I too chase remembrance. I wish for the world to know of me. I wish to be perceived, for them to share my reveries. I wish to spread my dreams across the land for all to see, and as they gleam that shine will be my ecstasy.
But it was you who taught me what it truly means.
Before you, my pyrite pieces were tales without veracity, songs with no melody.
But you are a glimmering crown, a shining bell, a ringing truth and an eternal promise. Then you were gone, and so many fell, gilded wings with the sun too far from us.
We faced impossibility; how did we lose what could never die?
And yet we kept turning, even in this molten wake of a sun swallowed by the horizon. Melted tears and broken pieces. Clinging to whatever light could guide us through the fog and remind us of your gold-red sky.
You made me understand. For years have passed, and your legend is twofold, and your glow will only brighten as more years go by.
I heard your voice again this morning, through glass panes and carried on rays of sun. I stood in the kitchen, watching alone through a one-way window, as tea leaves soaked into hot water cupped in a withered-black skull; I listened with tears blurring my eyes as your voice rang clear as day, even years after it went silent. Because it never truly did go silent, in the end.
It was then, heart full and broken all at once, chest warm with grief and hope, that I whispered with the certainty one can only feel at the very core of their soul:
“This is a legacy.”
My part for a tribute to Technoblade(https://youtu.be/jhmQaaNTeKM?t=363)
Man, I'm so happy, I drew it around August 2022 and now it's uploaded on yt with other cool artists. I'm so glad to be a part of such a great project.
And wow, I really miss him so much.