Post by Hody on Nov 3, 2006 8:55:54 GMT -5
Blood Friends - Part 2
The Ninja lay, the Hobo on the floor down
And placed on him, a beautiful flower crown
Outside he heard the screaming masses
He heard the knives and pithforkes clashes
Katana in the belt and stars in the robe
He opened the sealed door, to fight the globe
Time to send many to an early grave
And his true, poetic Hobo friend save
The door he opened and stepped out
And first thing heard was a shout
Now the Hobo could see through the door
How blood and guts spilled on the floor
A head came tumbling, rolling in to him
On its face an expression far to grim
Hobo slowly sat up, and looked out the windows
And could see how a Ninja create many widows
A man with pitchfork, stabbing the Ninja he tried
The reward, was a sword in his gut as he died
Next a man with an axe, trying to chop the Ninjas head
Evading the blow with ease, the Ninja took his instead
Now a man with a pole so long and strong
Taken from the mighty woods where it belong
Tried to smash the Ninjas back real good
Unfortunately, Katanas cut through wood
The pole armed man then find himself there
No more pole, no more dare, only Ninjas cold stare
Soon blood gushing through a cut off vein
His life force now quickly go down the drain
The Hobo could, from the window, all this terror see
But of the horror he did not care, since now he was free
Free from the grasp of the wicked world he hate
He felt relieved now, as it went to its bloody fate
Now he could see the Ninja impaling a cut off head
A frightening token, as he gushed it ahead
Into the remaining masses, in a bloody trail it flew
In disgust they turned away, but before they knew
The Ninja was amongst them with Katana in hand
And soon after, red was the colour of the land
The world now lay silent, no one left out there
A world without people, a world without care
As everyone lay dead, out there in the dark
Baxter could safely, down the pathway walk
Stepping over stone and stepping over dead
To Hody, his Ninja friend, that was waiting for him there
if the contest was still open, see this as an entry, otherwise, just see it as a poem... I'll post more in the future :-P
The Ninja lay, the Hobo on the floor down
And placed on him, a beautiful flower crown
Outside he heard the screaming masses
He heard the knives and pithforkes clashes
Katana in the belt and stars in the robe
He opened the sealed door, to fight the globe
Time to send many to an early grave
And his true, poetic Hobo friend save
The door he opened and stepped out
And first thing heard was a shout
Now the Hobo could see through the door
How blood and guts spilled on the floor
A head came tumbling, rolling in to him
On its face an expression far to grim
Hobo slowly sat up, and looked out the windows
And could see how a Ninja create many widows
A man with pitchfork, stabbing the Ninja he tried
The reward, was a sword in his gut as he died
Next a man with an axe, trying to chop the Ninjas head
Evading the blow with ease, the Ninja took his instead
Now a man with a pole so long and strong
Taken from the mighty woods where it belong
Tried to smash the Ninjas back real good
Unfortunately, Katanas cut through wood
The pole armed man then find himself there
No more pole, no more dare, only Ninjas cold stare
Soon blood gushing through a cut off vein
His life force now quickly go down the drain
The Hobo could, from the window, all this terror see
But of the horror he did not care, since now he was free
Free from the grasp of the wicked world he hate
He felt relieved now, as it went to its bloody fate
Now he could see the Ninja impaling a cut off head
A frightening token, as he gushed it ahead
Into the remaining masses, in a bloody trail it flew
In disgust they turned away, but before they knew
The Ninja was amongst them with Katana in hand
And soon after, red was the colour of the land
The world now lay silent, no one left out there
A world without people, a world without care
As everyone lay dead, out there in the dark
Baxter could safely, down the pathway walk
Stepping over stone and stepping over dead
To Hody, his Ninja friend, that was waiting for him there
if the contest was still open, see this as an entry, otherwise, just see it as a poem... I'll post more in the future :-P