Day 7 - Arkas
Sunday, December 8th, 2013 01:17 amI was so busy doing something else Mindcrack related that I totally forgot to check my personal deadline XD' Shame on me.
Thus I decided to do something slightly diffrent this time:
Genre: Poetry
Day 7 - Arkas
A builder he was, and a builder he would stay
But even so, there were monsters to slay
They came to them, from far and from near
And would, at times, fill their hearts with fear
He would fight them, alongside his friends
He would continue on, till the world ends
Zombies, Spiders, even the Wither would fall
There were wounds and loss but they’d win after all
But there was one of the fiends that he hated to kill
Just thinking about it made him shiver still
Bow or sword, it did not matter with “it”
Always was the result a slimy split
Slimes were the creatures he disliked so much
Noisy in movement and cold to the touch
Small ones were weak and no threat to him
It were the large ones that made fighting grim
Heavy they were and aggressive at that
Once they jump on you, you’ll be flat
A nightmare from childhood was the fuel of his fear:
Getting stuck in one with no air to even shed a tear
Slimes were soft but their skin hard to break
To him, in each battle his life was at stake
He killed all he saw, with passion and quick
But there’s no denying: each time, fear made him sick
For the record: I have no idea how Arkas feels about slimes. For the sake of this promt, I'm going to say that my FanFiction version of him does not like them.
Just imaging getting stuck in a large slime, unable to move, to call for help, to breathe...
Prompt linked to Arkas: Slimy
Thus I decided to do something slightly diffrent this time:
Genre: Poetry
Day 7 - Arkas
A builder he was, and a builder he would stay
But even so, there were monsters to slay
They came to them, from far and from near
And would, at times, fill their hearts with fear
He would fight them, alongside his friends
He would continue on, till the world ends
Zombies, Spiders, even the Wither would fall
There were wounds and loss but they’d win after all
But there was one of the fiends that he hated to kill
Just thinking about it made him shiver still
Bow or sword, it did not matter with “it”
Always was the result a slimy split
Slimes were the creatures he disliked so much
Noisy in movement and cold to the touch
Small ones were weak and no threat to him
It were the large ones that made fighting grim
Heavy they were and aggressive at that
Once they jump on you, you’ll be flat
A nightmare from childhood was the fuel of his fear:
Getting stuck in one with no air to even shed a tear
Slimes were soft but their skin hard to break
To him, in each battle his life was at stake
He killed all he saw, with passion and quick
But there’s no denying: each time, fear made him sick
For the record: I have no idea how Arkas feels about slimes. For the sake of this promt, I'm going to say that my FanFiction version of him does not like them.
Just imaging getting stuck in a large slime, unable to move, to call for help, to breathe...
Prompt linked to Arkas: Slimy
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