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| 24 Jan 2012 04:06 PM |
When the safety of dawn has faded; When the morrow has ended, and the moon descended; While the spectral illusions run awild; The rustling of leaves, The thud of footsteps, The snapping of twigs, The howl of wolves, And the whistle of the violent wind. "Who is there?" His voice quavering, his knees started to buckle. The boy looked upon the charcoal black, soulless night sky, The pitied child was greeted with nothing more than the penetrating darkness of the night, He shut his eyes tight, in a vain attempt to rid himself of these fantastic terrors, never felt before. The dense fog encircled him, swirling around; Slowly yet, inevitably choking the forsaken castaway.
- A poem by Xxgodsmack, Leave you're opinion, and I may make more. |
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| 24 Jan 2012 07:31 PM |
I am thinking about using that in my play now... Reply if you will let me.
~Dread |
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| 24 Jan 2012 08:10 PM |
A poem by Slayer2night:
A noob once said "ohai!! t!x pl0x? The noob realizing he will not get tix.
The sudden instance of a noob realizing he won't get tix there is 1 small atom in this 1 noobs body that says "For thy will nu gimme t!x so me nu noob anymorez :)" Oh how must the Noob work hard to achieve, oh how hard it is to see clearly that people won't give free t!x. Achieve Believe and Receive the wonderous trip from noobdom to semi noobdom.
- A poem By ~ Slayer2night
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| 25 Jan 2012 05:09 PM |
| Depends on the place, if the place is worthy than fine. But you must show it too me first. Also I'm posting a new version of my poem soon. |
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