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Stillness, quiet, and awful trepidation.
Alone I venture forth
into realm of might.

Decorated skin my only protection.
Slowly forward I creep
ankh focus in hand.

Black forms before me, a slight hesitation.
Enchantments now I cast
as red eyes spy me.

Glorious moments! Then quick desolation.
Bereft of enchantments
I lay sprawled and dead.

Once more I kneel with hard determination.
This time will be better.
The nightmare dies first.
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#2
Big Grin Very nice
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#3
LOLZ!

i like it XD

rule monk of 55 hp, kill the SOAB nightmares first
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#4
nice Firanne.

Smile

~W
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#5
LOL awww poor monkie (or whatever 55 profession).
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#6
<333333333 Firanne
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#7
I was thinking that someone on SOLO lives I'm not a poet, but sometimes the muse moves me that was really wonderful great job!Firanne
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