Yo! If you haven't seen it yet (probably not- really old), here's my other poem: http://www.empirewar.org/forums/m/5312442/viewthread/13041098-poem-frost-army
This time, i tried to write in little snippets, sometimes playing with repeating the first letters in words, as i couldnt come up with a long story. Hope you enjoy.
Watch and Warn us at the sight of Warrior Wargs proceedin' fight towards the White Walls's reaching height
Many more mines to explore where Moria dwarves roam'd before ; in the times of old & yore
Fiery Fellbeasts unleash doom; run, retreat from Balin's Tomb; our last stand is Khazad- Dûm
Ents, enormous Ents, end 'ere evil treacherous tower, set free the river's raging roar,with our last display of power
A fleeing army rides to Deep, archers 'ready start to reap, glances 'vealing but whats grim, chances lie on Rohirrim
Heads low, hands on the bow; lower the wood, settle the mood; cross the gap, conquer the map; Ithilien wars in the Dome of the Stars
After i wrote that, i came with somenthing else in like 3 minutes. Not meant to be taken seriously
Its winged, Its black; It snatches, it screams
You can't afford it; even in dreams
Glides and catches; glitched-out joints
twenty-five thousand points.
Hope y'all enjoyed!
Our deaths may be approaching fast, but even tough it ends in a blast, worry not, For this will be infinite while it lasts
This time, i tried to write in little snippets, sometimes playing with repeating the first letters in words, as i couldnt come up with a long story. Hope you enjoy.
Watch and Warn us at the sight of Warrior Wargs proceedin' fight towards the White Walls's reaching height
Many more mines to explore where Moria dwarves roam'd before ; in the times of old & yore
Fiery Fellbeasts unleash doom; run, retreat from Balin's Tomb; our last stand is Khazad- Dûm
Ents, enormous Ents, end 'ere evil treacherous tower, set free the river's raging roar,with our last display of power
A fleeing army rides to Deep, archers 'ready start to reap, glances 'vealing but whats grim, chances lie on Rohirrim
Heads low, hands on the bow; lower the wood, settle the mood; cross the gap, conquer the map; Ithilien wars in the Dome of the Stars
After i wrote that, i came with somenthing else in like 3 minutes. Not meant to be taken seriously
Its winged, Its black; It snatches, it screams
You can't afford it; even in dreams
Glides and catches; glitched-out joints
twenty-five thousand points.
Hope y'all enjoyed!
Our deaths may be approaching fast, but even tough it ends in a blast, worry not, For this will be infinite while it lasts
