Battlemaster Poetry/Mugurk

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.