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Guest Krystal's_Lover

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Well, not only are you good, you're FAST!!!

I just gave you the idea for the Krystal one TODAY, and look how LONG it turned out! Mine (if you read it, it's under XG's Stuff) isn't near as long, and took me a good hour at least... dang... you're really quick.

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Guest Krystal's_Lover

Once I get writing, it just keeps on coming out. It just seems to be something that I can do, really. Just one of those things I have a knack for.

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Alright, I've finished up my request for Lord_Korvis. I hope you like it!

The Plight of Aheros

One false move.

In the midst of a raging battle,

All it took was

One false move,

And suddenly

He was no longer out there with his comrades,

Fighting the enemy.

He was lying on a medical table,

With only the sounds of medical instruments,

His own screams,

And his pain

To keep him company.

He screamed as they removed

The mangled heap that was his legs.

He screamed as they tore off

The crumpled limb of his right arm.

He screamed as they amputated

The clump that was a left claw.

And he screamed when they

Plucked out his left eye,

Peeled open the skin on his head,

And proceeded to systematically

Remove his skull.

The screaming finally stopped

When they removed

The remains of his lungs,

Prohibiting that breath

That fueled his screams.

In the place of all this mangled

And disfigured flesh,

They made him a machine.

Crushing legs,

A powerful arm,

A claw of death,

A focused eye,

And a thick, protective skull.

In the place of his lungs,

The placed machinery that

Would keep him breathing

No matter what the situation.

And as they connected all of his circuitry

For the first time,

And he rose from the medical table,

Observing his new, mechanical form,

It was realized that he was changed

More than physically.

A fiery light shone in his organic eye,

The aura about him called for revenge.

And in that moment, he was no longer

Simply Captain Aheros.

He became The Silencing Machine.

And with no more delay,

He walked,

With his mechanical legs,

To the Command Deck,

Was made a General,

And proceeded to gain control

Of the Separatist Armada

Or so he thought.

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Guest Krystal's_Lover

Well, thank you, Lord_Korvis, I'm quite glad that you liked it.

Alright, this next poem...well, I was in the mood for a good, tough poem that required some thought, so I got this idea. I hope you all enjoy!

Ninja

They creep like shadows

Behind their unsuspecting victim.

A flash of lighting,

A breath of wind,

And their existence

Is unknown

Once more.

In a burst of elemental power,

Their victim is slain,

And they are invisible again.

They are the shadow of the sky,

The footprints of the wind,

The embodiment of the night.

As if a river of water,

They flow throughout where they travel.

They float as does

A moth in the moonlight,

Yet strike as does

A tiger springing towards its prey.

In one quick strike,

Their goal is achieved,

And they are gone,

Unseen by the world.

They creep towards

Their next quarry,

Their unsuspecting prey.

And in another quick strike,

Another member of their

Pack of dishonor

Ceases to exist.

Throughout the night,

It continues.

One flash here,

One strike there.

One by one,

Their enemies

Are cut down.

The sun rises to find

The red blood of their enemies

Splattering the walls of their domain,

Much like the red sky itself.

The shadows of the night

Fly back to their village,

Satisfied with the nights work,

And pleased that they may sleep

In peace.

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Holy s---... that's AWESOME! :P

You and Gamecuber should write a book...

:x

No joke... Great job... KL.

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Guest Krystal's_Lover

Thanks, ESF. This one really took me some thought, too. But, like I said, I was in the mood to write something a bit challenging, so I went with that.

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Guest Loner in the Stars

I envy your writing skills! :x I'm kidding, but you do have great writing skills. Keep up the good work KL! :P

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Guest Krystal's_Lover

:oops: Thanks, everyone. I'm glad I can provide some good stuff for you all to read.

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Holy s---... that's AWESOME! :oops:

You and Gamecuber should write a book...

^ What I said earlier...

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Guest Krystal's_Lover

Here's another poem I've written. It's about another of Lord_Korvis' RP characters.

The Quest of Korvis

Your time has come.

No longer must you

Hide in the shadows,

Waiting for the time to strike.

Your race was once

The most powerful force in Lylat.

But then, it came.

The plague.

Harmful to your race only,

It swept through Lylat

Like a wildfire,

Destroying all of those

Proud and majestic beings

In its path.

Soon, it was only you

And two others.

You watched

As those other two

Died before your eyes.

And just as the plague

Reached you,

And you began

To feel your life slip away,

It stopped.

Somehow, some way,

You stopped the plague

But too late.

You were alone.

The only Sithari left

In all of Lylat.

So you waited.

For hundreds of years,

You hid in the shadows,

Slowly getting world after world

To join your cause.

And now,

Your time has come.

At the head of the Separatist Armada,

You take Lylat by storm.

World after world will fall,

And soon, the Sithari

Shall rule once again.

The age of Lylat

Is over.

The time of the Sithari

Has come.

And all will fear your name.

Lord Korvis.

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Im not a poetry fan but...

wow that was really good

Ditto, very good.

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Guest Wolfen Master

awseome have you ever heard this one?

peas on my head,but dont call me a pea head

beees on my head, but dont call me a bee head

bruce lees on my head, but dont call me a lee head

please excuse me i gotta get my tree fed

you wear designer brands,but i make my own clothing

i hang out with an apple that loves self-lothing

pancakes on my face it makes me extra happy

i like shampoo bottles that sit on my lappy

when life hands me lemons i make beef stew

now its time for me to rock it put bolonie in my left pocket

smear cream cheese in my gold locket!

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Guest Satoshi

Nice poetry man, very emotional and inspirational. I felt somethin' when I was reading, and that's hard to do with me.

I can't write so don't expect any pointers from me XD

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