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Qui Devorat

Terrarian
This isn't the end of my poetic zest
For now I'm going to take a request
Not one, but any who ask.
I'll be up for the task
From snarky toasts
To badass boasts.
Today you enter my requesting lair
So if anyone wants a poem, ask me if you dare.
I'll keep writing on,
Till my hands are dead and gone
But a knock on your forum door
Will reveal them as ghosts
Here to hand you your poetic posts.
And one thing
For those who think it's exciting
I can only take it one at a time
To churn out your requested rhyme.

So leave a request
In the chat below
And my magical hands
Will give it in a mo.
 
For @Artigit
There are many gods
In our Terrarian world.
Being of such power
That chaos unfurled
The last time they cut loose
And smited wrongdoers down
So say your prayers
If you make them frown.
But the most powerful of them
Is the almighty Red
You anger him out of all people.
He'll make you deader than dead
And leave a crater where you are slain
And the plants will regard it as their bane
For none will grow again where he stood,
Don't anger the main man
Of the godly neighbourhood
For his power is so great
because you're too dumb to live
No one will mourn your fate.
But he's capable of creation
Having created everything pure
But everyone chipped in
So now he's not so sure.
Having created normality
Don't question his power
Or you'll end up a fatality.
In less than an hour.
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Do me a poem about @Fruitbat Fruitbats
Another wish I'll happily grant. :p
 
There's one man who will send you to the fade
Between life and death
With a green phaseblade
And as you recoil
At what you've found
Fruitbat will be putting
You in the ground.
But that's only if you anger him
He's quite a nice fella
A follower of the rule of cool
But defeat he will spell ya.
Chilling with his friends,
Being fun personified
For his greatness never ends.
His name is Fruitbat
Get used to that name.
For if you meet him yourself,
You will never be the same.

For @Victorles
 
For @Shadow gamer

Look at him strut his funky stuff
Everyone would got tired by now
But he never has enough
He's the dancing rival
To dansen milt
But he can do his little tricks
Without drinks spilt.
Or holes burned in a dance floor
Because his dance hates friction more
So give this little banana a chance
And let him do his banana dance,
He got a job in Broadway
but they kicked him out
The guy had this to say
"No bananas you lout."
But sadness came to joy
In this latest ploy
As now TCF's given him a chance
To let him do his banana dance.
 
There's one man who will send you to the fade
Between life and death
With a green phaseblade
And as you recoil
At what you've found
Fruitbat will be putting
You in the ground.
But that's only if you anger him
He's quite a nice fella
A follower of the rule of cool
But defeat he will spell ya.
Chilling with his friends,
Being fun personified
For his greatness never ends.
His name is Fruitbat
Get used to that name.
For if you meet him yourself,
You will never be the same.

For @Victorles
You're pretty good
Even though that's a pretty generic poem but I like it
 
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