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
Xaphan the cruel, An ambition of fuel, Burned like his tail