By The Sword
Posted By: Frensa Geran<firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: 7 January 2004, 4:13 AM
By The Sword, by Frensa Geran.
His mandible clicks and his feet stomp
should I approach? What a festive romp.
Silence scares him, but a battle eases
A dead Human body, tis all to his pleases.
Approach I, around the purple bend
unbeknown of a strange clear blend.
Something hides, behind a vail
ready to strike, but to no avail.
His slashe's quick
but my dodge's better.
His sword, slick
but my fist, like a tether.
I pull him in, and give him a smash
I push him out, lands with a splash.
He falls to the ground, a heap of death
There I pant, detached of breath.
in my body of steel.
I cannot hear
nor can I feel.
The legs under me
a scary thought
but as I look down
I feel so caught.
Fo a slash of revenge
by this poor Elite
cut off my legs
from above, my feet.
By The Sword.
== My first go at poetry. ==