Poetry Corner

[Brykovian]

Yeesh ... it seems my muse has found me once again. (She's a homely little vagrant who shows up at the oddest times. I keep hoping some day she'll nudge me down a pathway of something truly creative.)

With toasts and with song and with spilled ale
We recount the day's long battle
As we rode down at dawn
Upon the camp with no calm
For it had vanished in the darkness fore

And the bile and sweat and lifeblood poured
Onto the fertile soil and cold stone
And the orangeglow village
Became our new home
And the locals didn't seem to frown

For they poured us the ale that we spilled as we sang
And they played the music to sing by
And they figured our gold
Was as good as any other
And they near hid their fear of our blades

While we laughed and launched tales that will one day be written
While we sang and gave honors all 'round
We kept a wary eye
On our newest good friends
And kept another on that ridge from which we rode down

Obviously ... this was a follow-up to the previous thingy that I posted.

-Bryk

[Vortan]

Indeed Bryk and very good it is too ... perhaps you should ask her to move in.

[Dragonette]

Dragonette Dragonette
A voice says,
The nap has ended,
Their drawing in.

Its ok,
I proclaim,
They think im a wreck,
but my reports they have not seen.

The computer demands an explaination,
why havent you made your move,
so i respond,
i will after theyve attacked me and lost,
they wont have enough armies left to stop me.

The computer laughs,
smirks and says back to me,
well ive seen their orders and 70 armies coming your way,
i cry,
How many youre bluffing,
im not.

I dont believe it so i dont do anything,
then when i look at my new report,
my armies are chopped,
with very few left.

Maybe i'll listen in the future,
instead of thinking im the best
but i am better than most of the rest.

so where do i stand,
without my band,
at the back
with a ginourmous sack.

i crawl into my sack,
with lots of repent,
making sure my message sent.

i lurk around behind the scenes,
waiting for a new game to come out of the can of beans.

After months,
a new game appears,
and dragonette hears,
armies coming your way,
so she turns around and runs to the hay,
where she survives to live another day.

This is not about any of you so don't be offended. Its pretty rubbish compared to my others anyway,.

Dragonette

[Dragonette]

i did this poem at school last year

elephants


fighting all year long
eating away through out the day
swing their trunks all the way
gigantic wrinkls,deeper everday
getting away no matter what
th elephant always saves the day

on the way getting wet
slurping water
being a greedy gal
the heavy old thing keeps us awake
powerful and strong they rip away
the innocent dying forest
the elephant always manages to save the day

Dragonette