Betja
16-05-2006 14:26:00
If like me you are a little bored awaiting the next great events... how about an activity (with no medals) for fun....
We've had one word run-ons... how about a run-on poem and what beter subject than how we beat Arcona in the feud? Enter your couplet and try to weave a story that we can pridely keep in our history
Bejta
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The Ballad of Selen
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by Clan Taldryan
As Dawn rose beaten on that day,
we gathered hushed to hear them say,
Shaithis
17-05-2006 05:34:43
Our cock's bigger than theirs we yell,
gather the forces and send them to hell,
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My first attempt at poetry is dedicated to Shadow and his thrusty thrustworthiness...... and cause he likes the wang.
Betja
17-05-2006 17:31:56
so the clan meeting broke,
with the words that were spoke,
Andan Taldrya Marshall
20-05-2006 02:40:10
lies, lies again,
they have taken our men.
Betja
20-05-2006 07:06:42
So Duga yelled "God Damn it,
lets to the Dark Prophet"
Andan Taldrya Marshall
20-05-2006 12:50:17
To Selen we go,
where we're sure to put on a good show.
Betja
20-05-2006 18:30:40
And the engines ignite,
as we set off to fight,
Andan Taldrya Marshall
21-05-2006 03:23:51
the war to return,
what they did not earn.
Betja
21-05-2006 06:02:23
Vengant hyperspace fades
as we drop out to their aids
Andan Taldrya Marshall
21-05-2006 21:29:36
from the crew rose a cry
Arconan ships filled the sky.
Betja
24-05-2006 03:28:10
And battle begun
"all hands everyone"
Raistline
26-05-2006 13:02:46
Some hands went where they did not belong
Others thinking of Santa's small thong
Bubbles
29-06-2006 05:30:51
And as the ice-cream was eaten,
They slowly were beaten
DarkAmiz
16-10-2006 09:23:12
cookies must never be forgotten
or must neither this post
xerxes
17-10-2006 15:03:51
and is just
we ground them to dust.
DarkAmiz
23-10-2006 04:54:32
so that betja sees
how nice this is
Rannik
24-10-2006 18:58:10
So them the power,
for we will tower
DarkAmiz
26-10-2006 06:35:23
in what seemingly is,
a dead run on
Typex3
28-10-2006 21:23:55
Which bears a saber
Can pierce an armed man
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On Glorious day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.
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Wherever runs the breathless sun
Wherever roams the day
There is its noiseless onset
There is victory
Behold the keenest Krath
The most accomplished shot
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "Forgot"
DarkAmiz
29-10-2006 08:19:46
hmm, it was supposed
to be 2-lines only