Asherons Call: It's Poetry Day on WCoD!

From Rexx Magnus of Wintersebb

#1
Said Ulgrim "there once was a shreth,
its hive was rather a mess,
so I gave it a stout,
but it caused it to shout,
then I passed right out from its breath."

#2
There once was a man from Arwic,
who mistook a griev-ver for a stick,
so he picked up a shreth,
with which to beat it to death,
but the smell made him feel rather sick.

From Anonymous

Some olthoi's are purple
Some are black
it really hurts
when they pierce up your back.

By Antagas

Long ago an evil came
Craving power to start its reign

In it's quest for godly might
A good man came and challenged fight!

Eons passed, the battle raged
The evil force could not be caged

Antagas knew what he must wield
to ensure that evil would be sealed

In their tomb of holy light
an endless battle they must fight

If the darkness does succeed all the world will feel its greed
If Antagas does win first he can finally quench that evil thirst

By Og Li of Leafcull

Blast! out of plats - again
Master mages don't give credit.
Which Propyleaum?