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