01-07-2005, 01:43 AM | #1 |
Hobbit
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Middle Earth
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Wolf Poem
Here is a poem about Wolves, the coolest creatures on the planet (and in Middle Earth)
A creature in the night A shadow in the past When the full moon arises Escape the torments of the night Your past will haunt you Your future will terrify you Your present will scare you Pictures of the death Stike for the kill Hiding in the undergrowth Will do nothing to stop your fall They will sense your fear And your living soul Stay away from night Decipher the true meaning of life Think not A whole lifetime is not anough But for them A lifetime is nothing And neither is your life to them If you are frightned Then you will be taken From the green fields And magic gardens To the world below In the fading of the day You will come again No gesture from them of kindness Shall you gat from you stay Beware, They are coming, for you... If you can discover the meaning of the poem which I wrote, you are a genius, because even some of it is unclear to me...
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Legolas: this is a good horse! Gimli: lets take it and get out of here, it smells terrible!!! Legolas: Ok, now to put my luggage on... (Legolas puts 10 full backs on the back of the horse) Gimli: where am I going to fit! Aragorn said only to take important stuff! Legolas: But this stuff is important, These three bags have my manicure things, and these five bags have things for my hair, and these one and a half bags have my perfume and the last half a bag has my food! Gimli: Elves. |
01-08-2005, 03:51 AM | #2 |
Elf Lord
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I take a bit more optimistic a view on reality . You have good tone control. The tone is worrisome and rather striking. It puts an uncomfortable feeling into me, as I read it.
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