Hello All!! Here is another poem from our recent travels to the Caverns of the Snow witch!! Enjoy and please feel free to write me and let me know what you think!!
Dreaded Cold:
I lie here
Sick and Ill
Not from the cold
But from the mountains keel
On a sled to sick to walk
Cursing and spitting at the Snow
That is white as Chalk
O’ Kossuth my savior
Keeper of the Flame
Guide me like a Fiery Bolt
To defeat this deadly dame!
Through the use of magical Walls
Whilst we walk through deadly halls
Attacking Daemons who are not light
Some made of Ice and Crystal that like to fight
“I’ll melt you all!” I scream in an Aurin tongue
I let loose the Flame of Kossuth
Which is so much fun!
They lie there shattered and broken in two
Scorched and burning, there lips no longer blue
I was too late to save a friend or two
The mighty Grambrax lay quiet and still
Squashed and Fallen he maybe no more.
. . . to be continued.
Justin |
Icey, Icey Caverns!!
Posted - 06 Oct 2004 : 00:00:36 
