Friday, June 29, 2007
yet another random poem.
this time an epic one
the ancient ones
emerge and run,
in chaos' full eruption.
an evil band
in every land,
delighting in destruction.
what seems shapless,
formless and faceless
their great one is releasing.
so to enslave
both God and knave,
their sorrows thus increasing.
who is the man
to stay the land
of those he Gods cant better?
and yet a hero yet
takes the bet
to break the evil's fetter.
three lights of hope
to help him cope
one south, in sand and wonder.
one to the east
defeat the beast,
and tear their plan asunder.
the final light
will make the figh
where he must face his fears.
a door agar
he travels far
and yet, finds it near...
enjoy.
composed.* 10:37 PM
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