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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 22, 2006 9:24:42 GMT -5
Swords of Hate
A sword, eh? Tis' too bad it is, filled to the brink, with fire of hate.
Do you see? Oh do you see? When a Knight, succumbs to evil,
His sword, oh his mighty sword, falls down that path, with him.
Join up and, praise thee. For no more shall, fall down that path.
Why? I am, the last Knight. My sword cut down, my very comrades.
My sword, oh my mighty sword, fell down that path, with me.
Now rise and, feel the cold, unmerciful steel of, my sword.
That is right. Flee for your lives. They are no more. All will fall beneath, the blade of my, Sword of Hate.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 22, 2006 20:50:32 GMT -5
I thought it was ok.... i dont meen to be harsh. The words used..... i dont know, its like they dont fit where you put them. Again, i dont meen to be mean, but tis what i think...
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 22, 2006 20:52:38 GMT -5
It's my own form of Free Verse Poetry. I dislike rhyming merely because it is boring and limits a poem's potential reach.
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