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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 12:28
Originally posted by jezma jezma wrote:

                   Death By An Elf

Swift and brutal..
Dead before you know it.
Battered and broken...
And sliced into bits.

That's if you're lucky...
To be dealt with fast.
You could be tortured slowly...
Leaving death far from last.

No rules for the Elvens..
We're one of a kind.
Such pure evil in character...
So direct in our minds.

So remember the chaos..
Of cites full of elves'
For we are collectors..
Of all strange wealth.

Satanic Eternity awaits for the souls....
That my superior Dark Elves have torn out and hold.



Cara Mia! How sublimely evil Evil Smile
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 14:56

Song of Sigurd

 by Elevana Starlight

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A man once looked around him,

And fell in love with fair Elgea.

‘I love you Elgea,’ he shouted,

‘For you are fierce, sweet, steady and bright.’

*

Four there were who heard this man’s cry,

And grew jealous of the man’s love.

The first fell upon him in fury,

Swift and strong as a storm of fire.

 

Grabbing the man together they ran,

‘I am fiercer than your Elgea!’

The first did shout, a passionate cry,

Like fire raging through the night.

 

But the man saw the land’s flaming spires,

And the first was fierce, but not like these.

‘Nay, I love Elgea!’ he said,

‘For she is fierce, sweet, steady and bright.’

*

The first was angered

and would have consumed him.

But soothing song lulled them,

And the second took him, like a lullaby.

 

Holding the man the second did sing,

‘I am sweeter than your Elgea,’

And enchantment the second weaved,

Subtle and sweet as moonlit night.

 

But the man still heard the ocean in his ears,

And the second was sweet, but not as the sea breeze.

‘Nay, I love Elgea,’ he said,

‘For she is fierce, sweet, steady and bright.’

*

The second was sorrowed,

And tears would have drowned him.

But the third succored him,

And secured him above the flood.

 

With a firm hand, the third told him,

‘I am steadier than your Elgea,’

And so the third showed him the security,

Of forge and home’s resolve and might.

 

But from here the man saw the rolling mountains,

And the third was steady, but not like these.

‘Nay, I love Elgea!’ he said,

‘She is fierce, sweet, steady and bright.’

*

Now the third, once angered had a fury,

That would have buried him like a landslide.

But the fourth did conspire to rescue him,

Bold and daring, like a gust of wind.

 

Riding with the man, the fourth did cry,

‘I am brighter than your Elgea,’

And  the fourth showed him the land tamed,

Mastery of the fields of wheat so bright.

 

But beyond the man saw the vast wilds,

And the fourth was bright, but not as the sun over rolling plain,

‘Nay, I love Elgea!’ he said,

‘She is fierce, sweet, steady and bright.’

*

And to the dismay of the four,

The man took Elgea above them all.

And as they beheld the man’s love for the land - as one they said,

‘Their love is fierce, sweet, steady and bright.’


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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 15:09
Kumo wrote a rhyme,
His prose was quite sublime,
But despite it's eminent worth,
Praise from Luna it received but a dearth...

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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 15:17
Createure wrote a verse,
a busy Orc with no time to rehearse,
although he had a chance to win,
he knew that chance was very slim...
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 16:10
series of Haikus, for your poetic pleasure, hope you will enjoy

peons are hungry
growing prestigiously
must have seven farms 

Keshalia overrun, 
no commanders survived
wolves everywhere

Freedom lives
No rules, no laws, no forces
Zanpur is wild

winter is coming
Pathfinding and new magic too
all coming soon
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 19:18

There is a game known as Illy,

whose community could be quite silly.

They would strut and debate and pontificate,

turning a war game into simcity.






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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 21:52
The hug-pile

A mountain of body-parts in the center of the room,

all entangled and happily alive.

There an arm embraces a head,

and there a hand tickles a red fluffy beard.

And look, two legs entwined,

different length, and different trousers.


A mountain of body-parts in the center of the room,

all wriggling and full of sound.

Somewhere a high giggle erupts,

followed by a booming guffaw.

And listen, two bodies down,

different voices, and different laughs.



A mountain of body-parts in the center of the room,

all cuddling and creating warmth.

At the top a face smiles down,

on another, looking up in joy.

And see, two caressing elves,

different passion, and different 'hugs'



And hopping from one spot to the other,

giving little nibbles every now and then,

a striped little kitten joins in the snugglyness,

bouncing happily as to make Tigger jealous.


Nothing like a good hug-pile.


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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 22:24
I don't like hugs.
The thing that really bugs
me is the way that
they spam up general chat.

No more hugs say I.
Most people I know won't deny
that we do often tire
of hugs of which we have no desire.
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 22:28
I'll be entering quite soon -- and not to poopoo on anybody's creativity. . .but if you call it a 'series of haikus' perhaps they should BE haikus. . .

syllables ought be 5-7-5 right? 

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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 15 May 2012 at 22:44

Veiled hatred of thyne
beneath a banner of white
behind the walls of mine
I can only awe your might

The rumble of wheels
the siege has begun
All we have is our shields
was this the long run

A rumbling dust of a pile
is all that remains
I should have built on an isle
and not on these plains

Now all I have is regret
of a thing minor somewhat
That no sightings of yet
the so longed fishing hut




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