Asen
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"Between the ruins... I keep on marching"
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Post by Asen on Nov 26, 2007 20:41:19 GMT -5
A poem about one of Velice's dishes, titled:
"Creamy Lemon Squares"
An ancient light reaches my mouth
As I hold you, oh,
Creamy Lemon Square
Wine and bread pass away
A sour shot in the dark
Of these flying days
Oh, they taste so good!
Creamy Lemon Squares!
Keep on posting your WoW poems here!
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Post by Xelas Stormfeather on Nov 27, 2007 20:37:05 GMT -5
(( Not exactly a WoW Poem. This dates back to my collection published at Unlikely Stories in 2000. Seems somewhat Xelas-appropriate though. ))
Executioner
Did you see it, this moment?
A droplet of time, brighter than blood:
It hung in midair, like a glass,
Knocked over by a careless hand--
Fooling the viewer into thinking
There is a way to save it,
Stop its fall, keep it whole.
But one can only cry out in dismay
As it shatters, grenade-like and indiscreet,
Shredding the fabric of reality around it,
The contents of which is lost, splashed
Like wine
Or blood.
Did you miss it, then?
The sudden exhalation
And look of surprise on a dead man's face
That says he had expected
Just one more breath.
-- LEWIS, 2000
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Post by Xelas Stormfeather on Nov 27, 2007 20:42:47 GMT -5
Fagerboozle made himself semi-famous with some poetic contributions back in the earlier days of the server. Uh... assuming you consider limericks to be "poetry":
Oh the Blood elves here are zealous
Despite being nancy-boy fellas
Their pants are too tight
When they're looking to fight
And everyone sees why they're jealous
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i think that when a Blood Elf dies
he should explode
like a meat pinata -- just a grisly reminder
of why vanity doesn't really
die young or
leave a pretty corpse.
no, it's just tufts of blonde hair
and plastic parts
and the occasional green
wobbly bits
strewn about like confetti
in a mad house.
-- Fagerboozle, 2007
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