Re: I am a bard
Albion Knight;83700 said:
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Thanks to you the droded
Coming to my defense as you did
But I still concede my point
Now as Stanley Ipkiss said "LETS ROCK THIS JOINT"
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To atone for my previous derivation
I propose a new sensation
I'd like to hear from each of you
A rhyme so clear and true
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That leaves each of you
With no reason to feel blue
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Tell a tale so exalted
That the heavens will open up its coffers
And give you all it offers
Including pie to keep us all fed
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Arckon's about Darg and Darg's about Arckon
Let us all stop and hearken
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Nice one AK! +rep for awesome rhymage... Let's see if I can spin an 'exalted tale' about Arckon...
Arckon the great and the slayer,
His mind set for great things,
I find out about him with every layer,
And every song he sings,
A bold one, a cold one,
And at times dark,
His blade is shadowed,
And to his call all hark,
The ninja bard, a ponderous name,
Provoked by a life of craziness,
And of playing life's tough game,
Perhaps it's just spawned of laziness,
Or of lust all the same,
But as for this I give to thee,
A song, great and free,
A tale of the ninja bard,
And his last stand and guard...
Arckon black and below the moonlight,
Through the fields he goes,
To the hated keep of might,
Of whom he only knows,
To defend his honor and his name,
To protect his family and uphold his fame,
He sieged the keep without a prayer,
Through the dark passages alone,
He descended deeper into the cavernous lair,
And still his presence was unknown,
But even as a shadow in the night,
He could be seen under the pale white light,
Of the moon that shone through the cracked roof above,
A deadly white, as white as a dove,
The minions of the keep of might,
Their eyes caught his shape,
And in the courtyard, out broke a fight,
Under night's shadowed cape,
Though their blades were swift and great,
He dealt their death with haste,
For too great was their hate,
And came to create their waste,
He continued on,
Through the towers and over the lawn,
To find his way blocked,
Stopped in its way by rubble and a door locked,
But he proceeded with such skill,
Picking his way by the wall,
And climbing it with his will,
Looking down but never to fall,
Down the face of the sheer black tower tall,
He scaled it as a climber would,
Reaching the top quite quick,
Everyone of his plans went as they should,
Putting out the candles of evil's whick,
But there on the threshhold of doom,
He faced his greatest match,
In the shadowed room,
A demon, a spirit, a incantation of old,
Which smote him with a blow so vast,
His body, limp did fold,
And through the open window it passed,
The demon, an apparition,
With a motive and a mission,
To defend the tainted tower,
And to uphold the demon's hour,
Hanging by just one hand,
Over the dark courtyard,
The pain he could not stand,
His pain a ruthless shard,
But he reared himself back upon the ledge,
And vaulted in with a cry,
For the truth he could not hedge,
And could not deny,
He would lose his final strife,
Upon the dark tower,
And would end his long life,
On the demon's hour,
But he would not rest,
And would not die,
Perhaps you guessed,
He'd want an eye for an eye,
He slew the demon with his dying breath,
And even grinned in his death,
For as his vision darkened and became dim,
He knew that he died taking another with him.
How's that!
