...or is it I who has penetrated you?

e11even · 01-23-2014, 04:23 AM

Picture this..... black magic-bearing cauldrons,
Krags of scary majins, wary.
Crafted fairies mashed the varied pauldrons
Fastened to the passing ferry monsters.
The power mastered in the passion carried
Fashioned eerie haunters....

The world's power imbalance but dairy
To the casters rarely cautioned.
For the merry're in casks of berries maxing,
lacking any conscience.
Blaspheming, daring, outlasting any comers...
Til the ordinary bred more than very
Extraordinary promise.

Swords exhorting hairy hominids
In a flurry of fares from summiting stairs
To horizontal prairie dominiance.
He arose a nose ahead, although his heir's of commoners.
The mare attached, firey flare intact,
They bear attacks to repair the tears the tyrants ripped.

Gladiator glacial steps,
Cards all placed til ace was left.
The burden placed on a mage's steps,
"I come for whom has claimed his hex."
The aging mage exchanged a vexed
Expression... "vague, this entire age is of death..."

"So let us all be welcomed!" He braced and crept.
Slain, all wicked and foul, with a razing contempt.
Grazing at glimpse, all felt his hate for each imp.
Each crimson spray indicated his decaying within.
Til the fantastic that prey were at bay, to the dismay of him.
Left this baron domain, with no water or grain,
Pangs remain with no bains to reign against.

Insane, what one became
was the same, as flames of his shame radiated within.

01-23-2014, 04:23 AM	#1
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	...or is it I who has penetrated you? Picture this..... black magic-bearing cauldrons, Krags of scary majins, wary. Crafted fairies mashed the varied pauldrons Fastened to the passing ferry monsters. The power mastered in the passion carried Fashioned eerie haunters.... The world's power imbalance but dairy To the casters rarely cautioned. For the merry're in casks of berries maxing, lacking any conscience. Blaspheming, daring, outlasting any comers... Til the ordinary bred more than very Extraordinary promise. Swords exhorting hairy hominids In a flurry of fares from summiting stairs To horizontal prairie dominiance. He arose a nose ahead, although his heir's of commoners. The mare attached, firey flare intact, They bear attacks to repair the tears the tyrants ripped. Gladiator glacial steps, Cards all placed til ace was left. The burden placed on a mage's steps, "I come for whom has claimed his hex." The aging mage exchanged a vexed Expression... "vague, this entire age is of death..." "So let us all be welcomed!" He braced and crept. Slain, all wicked and foul, with a razing contempt. Grazing at glimpse, all felt his hate for each imp. Each crimson spray indicated his decaying within. Til the fantastic that prey were at bay, to the dismay of him. Left this baron domain, with no water or grain, Pangs remain with no bains to reign against. Insane, what one became was the same, as flames of his shame radiated within. __________________ Ahem.