Post by icecreamman on Jun 5, 2006 19:24:43 GMT -5
Get your mind ready,
I'll give it a rattle.
A show down of words?
A poetry battle!
Graphite weapons of words
They hold in their right.
In their left hands erasers,
Backup for hard fights.
To win this contest,
I'll tell you a tale.
A hero's story whose
Guts, wits, and charm will prevail.
Creatures of the land
Have gathered in war.
The hero has realized
What all his questing was for.
The warriors line up
From ranks high to low.
Seneschals to peasants
Armed head to toe.
The rarest Spiked Helms
And Sea Slippers they wear,
Sporting Dragon Scale Jackets
Just add to the scare.
The ranks are all formed,
The great fight begins.
Two mages cast spells
But neither one wins.
The fighters collide
A warrior lets loose all his rage.
His berserk attack
Is forseen by a sage.
The sage skillfully jumps
To aviod the attack!
Only to forsee his death -
A stab through the back.
Which side is winning?
I still cant quite tell.
The hero is ready
I hope this goes well.
In fulfilling his role
He must comply.
"It will be done" he mutters
As he looks to the sky.
His raising hands glow,
Sparks turn into fire.
A dragon appears and roars!
The situation was dire.
"Death to them all"
The hero proclaims.
He watches closely,
The fight bursts into flames.
The peace comes at last,
The hero has won.
The dragon remains
But his role is done.
He flies to the mountains
To live in the rocks.
The townsman are safe,
No more threats from the docks.
No more threats from the forest,
From the fields, or the mound.
No more threats from the enemy,
peace for all, safe and sound.
Victory for the hero
He gets his reward.
A quest from the queen,
New lands must be explored.
The Hero journeys on.
Sadly so must I.
A poetry contest to win?
I certainly will try!
Bring the challange
I've got game.
More then the prize
I want the fame.
Icecreamman
*Note the poem was slightly edited today, to smooth it out a little and to avoid repetition with the term "wits" 6/8*
I'll give it a rattle.
A show down of words?
A poetry battle!
Graphite weapons of words
They hold in their right.
In their left hands erasers,
Backup for hard fights.
To win this contest,
I'll tell you a tale.
A hero's story whose
Guts, wits, and charm will prevail.
Creatures of the land
Have gathered in war.
The hero has realized
What all his questing was for.
The warriors line up
From ranks high to low.
Seneschals to peasants
Armed head to toe.
The rarest Spiked Helms
And Sea Slippers they wear,
Sporting Dragon Scale Jackets
Just add to the scare.
The ranks are all formed,
The great fight begins.
Two mages cast spells
But neither one wins.
The fighters collide
A warrior lets loose all his rage.
His berserk attack
Is forseen by a sage.
The sage skillfully jumps
To aviod the attack!
Only to forsee his death -
A stab through the back.
Which side is winning?
I still cant quite tell.
The hero is ready
I hope this goes well.
In fulfilling his role
He must comply.
"It will be done" he mutters
As he looks to the sky.
His raising hands glow,
Sparks turn into fire.
A dragon appears and roars!
The situation was dire.
"Death to them all"
The hero proclaims.
He watches closely,
The fight bursts into flames.
The peace comes at last,
The hero has won.
The dragon remains
But his role is done.
He flies to the mountains
To live in the rocks.
The townsman are safe,
No more threats from the docks.
No more threats from the forest,
From the fields, or the mound.
No more threats from the enemy,
peace for all, safe and sound.
Victory for the hero
He gets his reward.
A quest from the queen,
New lands must be explored.
The Hero journeys on.
Sadly so must I.
A poetry contest to win?
I certainly will try!
Bring the challange
I've got game.
More then the prize
I want the fame.
Icecreamman
*Note the poem was slightly edited today, to smooth it out a little and to avoid repetition with the term "wits" 6/8*