Battlemaster Poetry/Mugurk

Here be the poetry of the late night musings of battlemaster.

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