First poem on here.
 

Gleaming swords are drawn with speed, steel and strength their masters need.
Circle round, Arena's dust, wit and courage, both a must.
Rogue and Knight, dawn's new light,
Both prepare for coming fight.
Bows are made, a glance to trade, long past wrongs will soon be right.
It begins, crowd's loud sins, drowned out by lust for blood of kin.
Strikes are made, morning fades, concentration turns world to gray.
Into dusk, haste a must, stamina fades with opponent's plays,
and for such violence they gladly pay.

Rogue is hit, fever pitch, knight celebrates too soon.
Before he falls, before death calls, Rogue strikes at time of rising moon.
Knee to knee, face to face, remorse is known without a trace,
Eyes will meet, both know defeat, and in it, honor's gained.

aight............

SHUT YOUR GAY GOSPEL SPEAKING ASS FOOL. :shoot:

Word, this goes in the forum below, Poetic Scriptures.

I see. Right-o.

Missed you by 10 minutes?

You Son Of A Bitch. Close This And I'll Rape Your Family.

;)

Screw you, Bone. I don't even know whatthat means.

It means, tell other people how there shit was and give the URL to it on here.

lol, wonder why its the 1st poem?

Sounds retarded. Why do I have to post a link? I got plenty of responses without it.

So other people get responses, fool. I don't make the rules, I just break them.

Exactly. And I will too.

I'll have to seduce Bonecollector. Get on your skirtl.

Atticus, shut. The. Fuck. Up. You awesome guy.

Yeah, but no one cares. So shut up, moron.

Oh my god, you've been on this site longer. Atticus, shut your whore mouth, leave some feed, or do your job whenever the hell you become mod.

You could collect with your tongue and hold the cash underneath it. It'll make a surprising bump, yo.