(edited by Shotaiken.1468)
profession poems
dd ele:
With burning speed and the flash of lightning
I summon the elements, so very frightening.
Amidst the chaos that is about to ensue
your life will be forfeit and all efforts doomed.
Running wont help, so I will make a suggestion:
stop, drop and die to my winning complexion.
necromancer:
In a shroud of death I make my approach,
with corpses and souls I will break your bones
With blood and corruption,
I bring forth destruction.
From the pits of the dead I summon horrors,
to devour your mind and your sorrows.
A swarm of insects to render your flesh,
they like their meals ripe and fresh.
With the following allurement you will be beat,
I call forth a golem of power and meat.
- It’s ready to eat -
You’re crippled and bleeding,
no use in pleading.
Your life may be over, but this is not the end,
Your corpse is mine, now serve and lament.
engi:
I’m often underestimated,
but I’ve built you a grave, let me designate it.
Stand right there, get vaccinated.
Glueshot to the foot, soon to be fumigated.
Enough banter, we’re getting procrastined.
A million ways to kill you, just not very motivated.
Maybe a shot to the face? hardly innovative.
I’ve got tools to test – why wont you be cooperative?
You stepped on a mine? how unexciting
I need a new subject – this wasn’t delighting.
mesmer:
Let me introduce you to a new form of insertion.
you’ve never experienced this, based on your exertion.
I can tell from the heavy breathing
and your heart still beating.
Am I causing confusion, with all this intrusion?
Have I left you dazed, surely you’re amazed?
let me just tag myself in and blow your mind,
our fates will forever be – intertwined.
ranger:
With the power of beak, teeth and claw,
I make my suggestion for you to withdraw.
the howl of a wolf, the roar of a bear,
the creatures of the wild, whose home we share.
the rustle of leaves, a sudden growl,
choose your path or be devoured.
the eyes of a hawk, the whispers within,
meet the spirits – now bow and begin.
a quick shot from the shadows, a leap of faith,
the moon is my witness, as you take my bait.
a trap sprung, a vipers bite,
the venom runs deep with all its might.
the circle of life, never-ending,
however yours, now impending.
thief:
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
my home, my heart, the end of your breath.
The sting of a blade, you whip around,
nowhere to be seen, blood trickles down.
Obscurity, gloom, penumbra of doom.
Your torture, now about to resume.
The devourer awaits, I’ll steal your soul,
leaving your chest, with an empty hole.
Mind your step, it’ll be your last,
make your move, it better be fast.
You may try to run, thats not too smart,
The blossom of death now seeks your heart.
Splatter of blood, like a deadly art,
flows through me as I tear you apart.
Breath slowly fades, there is no light,
only the chill and darkness of night.
…The shadows…, my friend,
will guide you to your end.
Daresay that went well, so try I will
myself at a different set of skill:
Dagger from the dark
Shiverpeak Mountain Wolf howls
A Jotun lies dead
Hallowed Ground
Face the Minotaurs charge
Trampled red snow
Bone Minion rises
As Cherry Sapling blossom
Marked for death
“Whose Charr is this?”- “Ted’s.”
“Who’s Ted?”- “Ted’s dead, baby. Ted’s dead.”
Couple more, one profession missing – the explosive image not clear.
Raven crows above
Dim tropical island skies
Arrows rain violent
Elements abundant
Mount Maelstrom roars
The Phoenix flies
Scorched earth within
Dogged march mercilessly
Bringing destruction
Army mirror the one
Illusions on the dance floor
A Moa bird burns
“Whose Charr is this?”- “Ted’s.”
“Who’s Ted?”- “Ted’s dead, baby. Ted’s dead.”
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guard:
You challenge me to test your resolve?
This decision of yours I will not absolve.
I summon the weapons of old,
as you stand there so bold.
The Bow of truth, show me the way,
Must I kill this soul of shame?
Sword of Justice brings forth the flame,
This is your chance to tell me your name.
You attack me, without bowing?
your ignorance, ever growing.
The hammer of wisdom shakes off it’s rust
it’s about to turn you back into dust.
I have no choice, I will end you now,
Please be at peace, that much I allow.
This mighty blow, will banish my foe,
Now you lay, on the ground so low.
Upon your end, contemplate;
this huge mistake, that you just made.
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