Poems of the Past

As I sat an watched,

An old beggar rat walked in the door.

"Where you from?" I asked.

The old rat looked up,

And his demon eyes flashed.

"I'm from where," he asked me back

He stared at me a long while,

And I looked away.

He made me feel a great shame.

"Where I'm from no one knows!

Cept me of course."

He got an evil smile,

And he took out a rock,

He flashed it about.

I knew what it was,

Cause I have the same.

It is green with blue streaks inside,

And gold creases of fame.

My father the Assassin of Black,

Gave it to me as a lad.

So I said nothing more of the odd old rat.

Cause I knew where his mind was at.

And feared him all the same.

I came up out 'o woods one day,

And saw a weasel.

This beast had fur of night,

And eyes of fire,

Teeth of Gold,

And claws of steel.

Hey weasel I called to him.

He turned and

looked at me,

With a look of wild rage.

Then I blinked and he was gone.

Though I never saw him again,

I can only guess at who he was.

The black weasel in the black robe meant death!

Giant red pandas from the east,

Are the best of fighting beasts!

Our katanas glistening in the sun,

All our battles we have won.

Every red panda knows our name,

In the country we've won our fame.

Giant red pandas are the best,

In the north, east, south or west!

We will march night and day,

To our homes far away.

Death to foebeasts in our path,

They'll be exposed to our wrath.

Giant red pandas from the east,

Are the best of fighting beasts!

The tall one,

The strong one,

the one who holds life in his claws,

the sword bearer,

the whip wearer,

the one who holds life in his claws,

the great one,

our grand king

The Wolf Lord Darkblade!!!!!

DARKBLADE!! WOLVESBANE!! DARKBLADE!!!!

Silver arrows fly straight and true,

The ones who survived were few,

There's one that fought,

She lived through a lot,

She's on this island right here,

Her name is Moonsun Mystere!

Darklox's the queen of war you see

In her face all enemies flee

With sliver hair along her back

You best be away when she makes her attack

Strong and quick as if on wings

You know your dead when that blade of hers swings

Deadly, swift, liquid grace

A vixen, the unique race

Deadly daggers twirling round,

Killing swiftly with no sound

With one swish you'll lose your head

Now there you are, all limp and dead

You'll wish you never crossed their path

When you feel their mighty wrath

Sickles and blade, both of steel

Darklox's eyes magestic teal

Feel her strength and you'll behold

Wonders presently untold

Weapons flashing, teeth bared

Any creature would be scared

Be careful where you are and were

Beware the fighting lord, Darklox.

O, once upon a stormy night,

On the sea so blue,

Was a ship called Blueblood,

With the cap'n and his crew.

Once the seas were calm and smooth,

Peaceful as can be,

Until a storm bestowed itself,

Upon the wide blue sea.

The ship was blown and thrashed about,

'til the sea took one o' the crew.

The steersrat was the first to go,

His heart was stout and true.

The ship sailed into a whirlpool,

It was swallowed by the gale.

All that was left of the crew,

Was the poor old cap'n's tail.

An' to this very day,

The ghost ship haunts the seas.

I'll swear it to ya, Mateys,

Upon my bended knees.

Cold as winter,

Blue as sea.

These are the eyes,

That set beasts free

Free to love,

And free to hate.

Anything you wish,

In Dark Forest Gate.

Silent as clouds,

Dark as night.

Fighting with blade,

Fighting with might.

But don't look now,

Or near you'll see your fate.

Thanks to the beast,

With those cursed blue eyes.

Alas, and did the Dragon

Bring to his nation doom.

Caused Khorloc through his foolishness

Destruction, woe, and ruin.

Ever impatient, headstrong, rash

Forgetting ever the aftermath.

Great thought he his power was,

Heedless, he, and quick to wrath.

In his heart burned reckless fury

Justice did he sweep aside

Killing for pleasure alone

Lawlessness his joy, his pride.

Mourned his subjects 'neath his fist

Never wisdom did he show.

Odious, hateful his reign.

Power was all he wished to know.

Quailed his people before him,

Ruinous, destructive his reign.

Slavered he o'er endless kills,

Tempered not his lust for pain.

Until the time of the last war,

Verily great our wrath 'gainst he, hark!

We rose up, and brought his end

Xeric* his grave, no stone to mark.

Yea, though we fought him, to late we tipped our hand.

Zealous in his bloodlust, Khorloc destrioyed the land.