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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 13, 2007 23:34:23 GMT -5
The merry folk, the dancing elves, are covered in their midnight ales. They sing and dance, like they're in a trance! till finally they fall asleep. Then, at the crack of dawn, you can here the yawns! As the merry folk rise from their beds, rubbing the sleep from their heads, then they dance and sing, and they drink and eat, untill finally they grow once again meek! And then the cycle returns, and they spurn their dancing turns, falling into their enchanted sleep. The time rolls on, and yet they still are among the throng! They sing and dance, as if their in a trance, then finally the torches are quenched, and their maidens drenched, they fall asleep, you won't here a peep! Then the sky grows dark, and the folk must prepare! Prepare for whats out there! The hammers clang, and they replace the melodies that used to be sang. The General ready, and the troops all heady, rush into their foes embrace, where they hope to win their life-long race. And the clashing! The smashing! It's very quite dashing, until an army comes crashing. They stand triumphant and tall, for the foes are now the elves thrall! Then they return, with nothing but a burn, and they dance and they sing, and they eat and they drink, without the slightest think! And they continue their lives, like bees in a hive, until finally... they die.
Nice ending eh? ;D
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Post by me on Apr 13, 2007 23:53:06 GMT -5
Yeppers everythings better when they die
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 13, 2007 23:57:43 GMT -5
Nice irony huh. ;D
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Post by me on Apr 13, 2007 23:59:28 GMT -5
Yeppers!
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Post by lanaia74 on Sept 12, 2007 4:12:05 GMT -5
Absolutely and totally AWESOME!
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