Today I’ve finalized about a third of the vegetation in the forest scene. I plan to finalize the remaining bits over the next few days (additional trees, grass and rocks). The polygon count for each tree is about 10k on average and they look really nice.
While working on the trees I was thinking about the gameplay teaser that I plan to make soon. I had this idea of using a voiceover of a creepy poem to go with the visuals. So I took a detour from working on the trees and went searching for some poems. I checked Edgar Allen Poe’s poems first (very original idea), then checked if there are copyright restrictions on them. Turns out they are public domain as I pretty much guessed. There is this really great site called Project Gutenberg that has 40.000 public domain ebooks. If you want to be 99% sure about copyright of something literary check that site out. If it’s in there you are pretty much good to go.
Unfortunately none of the Poe’s poems fit with what I’ve prepared so I moved on to other poets. After reading scary/horror themed poems for an hour I decided that it might be cheesy to do this kind unless I get Patrick Stewart to read the poem. However, I’ve found two poems that I like; hope you folks like them too.
Ghost in the Puddle by Richard Macwilliam
The ghost in the puddle looked out with dark eyes,
Its mouth shimmering, stretching, making small cries,
Faint, faint, like a sigh on a breeze
I heard its despair, its tormented pleas,
‘I’m trapped in this mirror, and only you see –
Dive in and help, won’t you please rescue me?’
Faint, faint, dark in its eyes,
I felt my feet fading,
Heard its thin cries,
Struggled to pull myself free from its grip,
Felt my mind shaking, felt my mind slip,
Faint, faint were the words in my head,
‘Do something now or your soul will be dead!’
Faint, faint, my mind in a whirl,
I heard in my head, ‘Get the water to swirl!’
But nothing would move, my limbs were like lead,
And I battled the ghost with my weak mind instead.
Faint, faint, the two of us fought,
My life in its grip, my feet in its court,
The splash of a puddle the ghost’s worldly domain,
A kingdom that neither of us wanted to gain.
Faint, faint, but the sun was now high,
My feet were transparent, the ground nearly dry,
Trapped! As the water shrank in to a dot –
I faded to nothing, right on the spot!
Darkness Comes by X.Athame.x
A silver kiss
Blood red rose
I am gone now
Not coming back
On prancing steed
To take me away
As I slowly bleed
Into the night
Erase my light