Moonqueen v.s Iverhyck
The blizzards bray as battles rage, Their pens drip blood and ink, Their whims adorn another page Their spirits never sink. Through snows, my friends, you both shall trudge, The combat just begins, But fight with honor, hold no grudge When vicious glory grins. The freezing air may shred and tear This season in the balance, But watch your 6, and do beware The instigator’s talons.
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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...
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