Swords clashed through the sky,
City's burned in the night.
Through this he was waiting.
From him noobs fell in fright,
And would instantly die,
Their memories instantly fading.
It was Zezima, who
Did not usually kill
The noobs in the game.
He was powerful-still
As he, Zezima, knew
At one time he would fall just the same.
But this was exception,
for this was the war,
of Noobs versus Elitists.
No-one could ignore
The hight of Deception
And the small arguments turned to fists.
All would their lives give
None this encounter survive,
Vs. the trainer of skills,
But though none were alive,
There memorys would live
In the sunset, beyond the gold hills.
And when it was done,
And peace had returned,
With panseys and Dafodills,
A buryal they had earned,
The father and son,
Near the sunset, beyond the gold hills.
And watching, Zezima, The trainer of skills.
Legoleg
26-Jul-2006 02:35:37
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Metajoker