Curse

pi!!ow · Mar 17, 2006, 10:58 AM // 10:58

// Lovely little Gwen..

There once was a lass named Gwen,
who played with her flute too often,
But when found with lengths of brass,
portruding from her ass..
All then knew where Stormcaller had been...

// General Warrior.

Too tight is his helm--he cannot see,
the numerous mobs he brings to me,

The greaves he dons are much too light,
on call of battle, hes already taken flight,

His sword, his ego--so sharp and lengthy;
dear God he'll send us to old, cold, Grenth-y,

Hear heart, flushed with adrenaline to face his adversary--
"Fool!" blares the hundred trumpets of Misery.

// /salute; a tribute to a dear friend, Seth Raide.

Dearest Seth,
A warrior of your character and mindful measure,
has yet to ascend.
A warrior of your glib witticisms; warmest guile,
has yet been seen since the Searing.

Huzzah! My comrade in mind and mettle.

// (I'm so sleepy).

The King of Foxes is near,
His bow cannot be drawn,by any other than him;
the pull so very strong,to sprain the mightiest of limbs.
His quiver rumored endless,though those slewn by him will never say.
breathless are their cries-- closed are their eyes to day.

Partisan are his strikes;no innocent ever felled by feathery rains.
Not so with fain mages, nothing spared to alight.

No, never an innocent ever fell,though besieged by warrior trains;
by dirt and dust--dumb assailents repelled.
Salve and leaf, reliable relief.
The King of Foxes is near.

// Spring Showers.. >xD

Static Rain was a public bather,
'specially careful to completely lather.
Since just last spring she caught Little Thom,
upon her spying, the Peeping Tom!

// Melancholic Timmy

Melancholic was one day asked
why he was so frowningly masked..
He answered with a mournful row,
"A-net flagged my l33t farms of FoW!" T_T

// Duo of dual-Superiors...

New trappers with two superior runes...
whom all considered quite the buffoons..
While Lunara placed down a layer,
twas already hopeless, nigh without prayer..
For at health bar minus one-twenty five,
Our nooblicious Sov was but briefly alive...
When the aaxtes he pulled perished in the kaboom,
the price was at the duo's dual inescapable doom.

// Doucet the Commander

Guile and Avarice are a wicked pair,
both belonging to one most debonair.
Doucet the proud, Doucet the Commander,
of his repute, better make no slander,
Commanders' tempers are triggered on a hair,
Caution, loose-lips -- he could kick you without a care..

// Spiking the Economy

Moon recently concieved a philanthropic feat,
considered by all the plainest scam and deceit..
"wts parchment at forty-five g!" on trade said she.
Preposterous! Our price was practically free...
Soon our parchment was the markets sole surfeit..

// How to Qualify for the Limericking Prize..
True limericks are done in five lines. [a]
There exist just a few different kinds. [a]
The scheme is done in aa-bb-a, [b]
keep in mind the syllables you say.. [b]
and the judges will rate yours just fine. [a]

// Random waves.

Contemplations in an eternal fall,
a rolling surety the waves enthrall.
Life awash over n' over,
"a reliable redundancy," thought the rover;
upon her lone precipice of the Guild Hall.

// Angel Scourge

There once was an Necromancer from Dalaran,
who studied pyromancy at Beetletun.
When I asked if she might
bring me sexual delight,
To me she had fiery minions set upon.

// Favor

Once upon time there was favor,
ever in America to savor.
For five weeks it was held
Until our champion guild was felled,
By some sleep-deprivated teens in the Azors..

pi!!ow · Mar 26, 2006, 09:26 PM // 21:26

// upon my return

Upon my return to the capeless clique;
a guild of a camaraderie truly unique,
friendships of old; breakable not by the direst of pain..
through foolish arguments split in twain..
the mighty clique riven under a warrior's shriek.

// untitled

trapped within a trap; socially unable to adapt..
a kindred spirit over parchment saps.
his unguent ink thinned by rain on a cloudless day..
at a loss as to where his allegiances' lay..
and speechless as to what to say..

armors of vermillian brilliance tarnished to a ruddy green;
her hundred blades have lost their sheen..
to be taken by the monsters gladly
since the goddess's goddess sadly
shan't be soon again seen...

the forlorn steward holds ever a melancholy stare
upon our heirless, leader's chair. Lunara, fairest of the fair.
chill clarons sound on a naked precipice;
golden tresses; a lunar kiss..
much to be missed.

much to be missed.

pi!!ow · May 05, 2006, 10:51 AM // 10:51

// Study..

A break of Guild Wars is before me,
Three weeks or more I'll be game-free,
Deleted it will be; made inaccessible.
So perhaps I'll think more intelligible.
But before that I'll enjoy one last GvG..