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I'm stronger than Conan But don't let Hercules know this I'm aiming to gatecrash the party like a Trojan You won't notice I've fashioned my horse from the gates of hell Smelt from metals from...
#alphabetchallenge #letsseehowitgoes Aragorn, the leader Boromir, the brave, brother Chosen to rule Despite lack of personal choice.
I've been working on this one for a while and was recently able to finish it thanks to some inspiration from #Blueblotts (#EndofDays).
Rough red scales, Shiny piercing eyes. Two flared nostrils, A heart that never dies. A beak of fire, A mind of thought. A secret kept safely; Yet to be caught. Two huge wings, Talons sharp and rough.
He stands above the city, His wings unfurled and grand, His shoulders broad and head aloft, A sabre in his hand.
All stood quiet on the western Gladeer Moors, Apothecaries stood with various cures. Percival De Morville was the strongest commander All his tales told had no slander.
#movement. Blue blood flows through my veins. Centuries old my campaign. To Camelot whence I came. You will remember my name. I am legend throughout these lands. Flowing through times soft sands.
Cruel blades strike each other in a earsplitting clash of fierce metal. Eyes filled with mad rage look to the bloody battlefield. Screams of the dying tear through the humid air.
In this tale before my tale, I tell of how I did prevail, In this place, called Doam, Demons did stretch an arm.
Bound down to the scaled might, Lying to myself that it is alright, Finding blood upon my hands, Drawing my sword for the final stand, The dragon's word is my command, I struggle to save them, for...
I am Ysera, the dragon of life,. On shimmering wings I fly,. Across vast oceans and through stormy skies,. Never to wither, never to die,. A lonely life is the one I must live,.
#DarkRealm. I am the wind and the seas,. I am the terror and the great freeze,. I hold the elements in my palm,. Constant rage is my calm,. Scales shine for my protection,.
Slackers everywhere all across the land. Stand in a line, let's form a dangerous clan. Pick up your flaming torches now. We're going to the dragons den now. But beware of the dragons angry breath.
We stand at the lip of night and day; Light and dark come to the fray...
Battle lines drawn in the mud Rivers flowing red with blood Bravest souls upon each side Have crashed and burned, fought and died Then upon Opussia's shore The warrior priest arrived once...
Great, green leathery wings, Beat, sweep, sing, Deep, throaty, hunting roar, He's opening his maw, Smoke and lava descend, Flames caress the world, Beetles swarm, scurry, Fat, black, ...
She looked out at the carnage, across a battlefield of death. The sky was dark with storm clouds, the wind had lightning on the breath.
Adorn your cloths of prisoned states, Shroud yourself in gruntled greed, Grotesquely enthused by blinded hate, Cloaked in genes of soured seeds.