Excerpts From The Green Book Of Poems, Don't Look I'm Working On It In Here! Options

[Wurlon]

Excerpts From The Green Book Of Poems
By Wurlon Firethorn

(I'm Using This As A Writing Station Please)
(Brb Later, Out Of Ideas For now)


The Horse And The Rider

So sat the knight, whom was dressed in gray mail,
perched on a horse so through wind he would sail!
But through battle and war, his horse would bleed,
so the rider gave armor to his steed!
But heavy and thick, the horse made a jump,
and the rider fell a thunderous thump!
But through anger and hurt, he was still sane,
and simply smacked the horse on it's mane!



This post has been edited by Wurlon: Nov 6 2005, 06:45 PM

[Wurlon]

Sorry guys I've been very busy with schoolwork, I have a book report and a ballad to write for English this weekend. If my ballad is good enough (as I plan for it to be medievalish) I may add it up here, and it most certainly with have syllablistic stuff, as it's required. cheers..

Edit: I disliked the sky poem so I'm posting it here and taking it out the front, in case I want it again:

The Sky

Through skies of blue and black, we remain.

Through passing clouds of servitude,
We are granted shade for periods of time.
But with pleasure comes punishment, and the clouds are never balanced.
White clouds of heaven to black clouds of hell, none are ever equal.

Through skies of blue and black, we remain.

Storms of wind, rain, snow or ice,
The elements are always clear,
That the sky determines everything,
Including every thought or fear,

Through skies of blue and black, we remain.

From day to night the sky is all,
From Winter To Spring,
From Summer To Fall,
Nothing but the sky shows all!

Through skies of blue and black, we remain.

From infinite blue, to a star studded world,
The sky chooses what it wants to be,
Light and dark, clear and blocked,
The sky shows the world what it is.

Through skies of blue and black, we remain.

The sky is home to millions of things,
The chirping birds, the flying metours,
But unwelcomed things are sent back,
So we can never fly towards heaven too quick.

Through skies of blue and black, we remain.



This post has been edited by Wurlon: Sep 30 2005, 04:26 AM