Difference between revisions of "Battlemaster Poetry/Mugurk"
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| − | Trademark cold frown abound. | + | Trademark cold frown abound. |
| − | Smells of milkcaine. | + | Smells of milkcaine. |
To catch a squirrel. | To catch a squirrel. | ||
Revision as of 05:52, 27 January 2010
Here be the poetry of the late night musings of battlemaster.
Under construction... And i have no idea how to do said construction
Haiku's
Florence the red. Trademark cold frown abound. Smells of milkcaine.
To catch a squirrel. You need but only one tool. The windmill.
Filth and Ruin. Makarian hordes bring. Oh the smell.
The world proclaim. Blackmore are honourless dogs. Poison forgives.
Xaphan the cruel. An ambition of fuel. Burned like his tail.
