In honor of Liss's streams yesterday and today.......
Ode to the Skyrim Streamer
Who is the Summer Wolf?
A killer? A thriller?
Some crazy Tamriel realtor?
A woman, once of humble words, now hotheaded and bold.
A horseborn maiden, invariably overburden.
A lust for the blood of the eldery, how craven!
For in the land of Skyrim,
Through pools of blood spatter and brain matter;
Comes the fearsome Long-Chapper.
In honor of Liss's streams yesterday and today.......
Ode to the Skyrim Streamer
Who is the Summer Wolf?
A killer? A thriller?
Some crazy Tamriel realtor?
A woman, once of humble words, now hotheaded and bold.
A horseborn maiden, invariably overburden.
A lust for the blood of the eldery, how craven!
For in the land of Skyrim,
Through pools of blood spatter and brain matter;
Comes the fearsome Long-Chapper.
My barding is rusty, but here's a little something, one for a select group of patrons..
Oblivion Cometh
When the skies turn to red,
When the Emperor's murdered,
When the dragons fly high,
When the nightmares run free,
When the elves run naked,
When the waters turn as glass,
Then you know
Oblivion cometh...
My barding is rusty, but here's a little something, one for a select group of patrons..
Oblivion Cometh
When the skies turn to red,
When the Emperor's murdered,
When the dragons fly high,
When the nightmares run free,
When the elves run naked,
When the waters turn as glass,
Then you know
Oblivion cometh...
Just churned this out for my latest chapter of Straag, and I thought I'd put it here. :D
The Maid of Bonehawk Island
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand
Five bands each upon her hand
Over her beauty for every husband
She’s buried in the sand.
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Sailor, avoid the North’s rocky dryland
Where upon stone arched castles stand
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand
Lest she grabs ya from under the sand.
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Close your ears to her siren’s song
For it calls the sailor to forget command
To die to the bonehawk’s throng!
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand!
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand!
Off within the sea of Ghosts
Keep yerself close to the mainland
Lest her blood's ice makes her your host.
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Just churned this out for my latest chapter of Straag, and I thought I'd put it here. :D
The Maid of Bonehawk Island
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand
Five bands each upon her hand
Over her beauty for every husband
She’s buried in the sand.
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Sailor, avoid the North’s rocky dryland
Where upon stone arched castles stand
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand
Lest she grabs ya from under the sand.
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
Close your ears to her siren’s song
For it calls the sailor to forget command
To die to the bonehawk’s throng!
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand!
Oh skin snow fair, Oh hair of black strand!
Off within the sea of Ghosts
Keep yerself close to the mainland
Lest her blood's ice makes her your host.
Beware the maid of Bonehawk Island!
A-Pocky-Hah! said:A long lost event,
Brought back by a returned host,
I now bring haiku!
I can't stop thinking what my grandfather would likely say seeing this (the guy was annoyingly fond of haiku, even now I get nightmares of his little yellowed Issa poem book that he read from incessantlyyy) and so here's a sneer from the elitist traditionalist snob I usually keep dead and buried:
An English haiku
Is an abomination
Of logic and sense
As for what I think personally, well...
外人の俳句
非常奇妙な音
だが可愛い
(Grandpa would probably kill me for that)
[blockquote][b][url=/profile/AxiusRevan]A-Pocky-Hah![/url] said:[/b]
A long lost event,
Brought back by a returned host,
I now bring haiku!
[/blockquote]
I can't stop thinking what my grandfather would likely say seeing this (the guy was annoyingly fond of haiku, even now I get nightmares of his little yellowed Issa poem book that he read from incessantlyyy) and so here's a sneer from the elitist traditionalist snob I usually keep dead and buried:
An English haiku
Is an abomination
Of logic and sense
As for what I think personally, well...
外人の俳句
非常奇妙な音
だが可愛い
(Grandpa would probably kill me for that)
And nowl it seems the songs are joined
By howls from Amorna, Meli and Hworra
Lissette joined in too,
with words, poem and mora (more)
Who else has a song to sing
Or a poem that doesn't quite rhyme
Be quick to join in my wolves
You are running out of time
And nowl it seems the songs are joined
By howls from Amorna, Meli and Hworra
Lissette joined in too,
with words, poem and mora (more)
Who else has a song to sing
Or a poem that doesn't quite rhyme
Be quick to join in my wolves
You are running out of time
Hworra said:
I can't stop thinking what my grandfather would likely say seeing this (the guy was annoyingly fond of haiku, even now I get nightmares of his little yellowed Issa poem book that he read from incessantlyyy) and so here's a sneer from the elitist traditionalist snob I usually keep dead and buried:
An English haiku
Is an abomination
Of logic and sense
As for what I think personally, well...
外人の俳句
非常奇妙な音
だが可愛い
(Grandpa would probably kill me for that)
Dearest Harrow-kun,
Such fine haiku cannot be,
confined by language.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Patrons of Nuked Mare,
Dance and drink without a care,
One great big orgy.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Seasons come and go,
Still we are here together,
Old faces and new.
[blockquote][b][url=/profile/Harrow]Hworra[/url] said:[/b]
I can't stop thinking what my grandfather would likely say seeing this (the guy was annoyingly fond of haiku, even now I get nightmares of his little yellowed Issa poem book that he read from incessantlyyy) and so here's a sneer from the elitist traditionalist snob I usually keep dead and buried:
An English haiku
Is an abomination
Of logic and sense
As for what I think personally, well...
外人の俳句
非常奇妙な音
だが可愛い
(Grandpa would probably kill me for that)
[/blockquote]
Dearest Harrow-kun,
Such fine haiku cannot be,
confined by language.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Patrons of Nuked Mare,
Dance and drink without a care,
One great big orgy.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Seasons come and go,
Still we are here together,
Old faces and new.