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Qui Devorat

Terrarian
Yet another thread has popped up here
So come have a look whenever you're near
Cos I'll be done through and through
If I cannot satisfy or entertain you.
I started this thread.
To mark my quest,
Into the lands of poetry,
With a backpack of zest,
So come watch this thread
With a sparkle and a smile
That's not really necessary
But I'll help it stay a while. :)
 
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So... Poems are cool
No matter what you do
Always keep trying
Just stop your crying
And be you
The only two of you
Can make a difference.
 
But if it is, sit on the bench.
For no one needs that smell around here,
It causes the mice to die from fear.
Piercing their noses like flak
I think they had a heart attack.
For any who smell it rock and sway
And eventually turn stiff and rot away.
Run away
For today is the day
Where evil
Becomes feeble.
 
The time has come for it to be crushed
The poison from this place must be flushed
I dunno if it really is evil
Or the work of a pesky weevil
Breeding like rabbits in the wood
Cramped in the walls where they once stood.
Our days are over
The Crimson won us
With no such tusks
And with no luck
Shall we be weary
This very day.
 
As bright as the sun,
Can't you see, my friend?
The Crimson is taking us soon,
And our world shall met it's end
The sun turned to red,
A day I shall never be afraid,
Here no one shall come to bed,
For I have come to said,
Death just got bred
 
The sun turned to red,
A day I shall never be afraid,
Here no one shall come to bed,
For I have come to said,
Death just got bred
But keep it in mind
It's the plague's fault you will find
On one side an area of twisted flesh
The other side invading darkness
But if the hallow were to stop lazing about
These two biomes no one would miss.
For both sides wish to take over the planet
Destruction and death will ensue
But lucky for us they're too lazy to plan it
For doomsday hasn't happened even when due.
 
I've decided to do a poem regarding The Terrarian Fight Club.
(If you've read @stormconure 's short story then you will understand this)

We were once one of many
Watching Red's tricks
Even though they were zany
They were also very slick
We were watching his many magic stunts
Everyone praised him aloud
Until a disagreement at the front
Which started a brawl in the crowd
But fate's coin decided to flip
As everyone knows
sometimes competitors become rivals
Sometimes friendship grows
And so that is our journey
From something small and wormy
Into the brawling hub
The Terrarian Fight Club.
 
A frost moon poem for @Matsu

Jingle bells, Santa smells,
We've all heard that little rhyme
But the man himself will travel many miles
To make you pay for that crime.
As you wake one Xmas morning
Finding a parcel outside your house
The letter anonymous
And as delicate as a mouse.
"This really must be barmy!"
At the air you cry in a fit
For this guy Wants to awaken an army
And feed your head to it.
The early waves are a playful tease
Through A hail of bullets they drop
But as you find a little later
That it'll take more for them to stop

The waves progress, Consider the urge to flee
Or be torn apart by an angry xmas tree.
you dodge the pine bullets, your mind goes blank
As out of the woods trundles a santank.
You push on. The urge to fight.
Not having been wounded a slight
The santanks fall, the everscreams perish.
"Ha! Easier than catching fish!"
But your hopes drop, and so does your face
As you see the thing that'll kill you with grace
It's the creature that only legends have seen.
The one, but not only Ice Queen!
 
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A frost moon poem for @Matsu

Jingle bells, Santa smells,
We've all heard that little rhyme
But the man himself will travel many miles
To make you pay for that crime.
As you wake one Xmas morning
Finding a parcel outside your house
The letter anonymous
And as delicate as a mouse.
"This really must be barmy!"
At the air you cry in a fit
For this guy Wants to awaken an army
And feed your head to it.
The early waves are a playful tease
Through A hail of bullets they drop
But as you find a little later
Easy these creatures are not.

The waves progress, Consider the urge to flee
Or be torn apart by an angry xmas tree.
you dodge the pine bullets, your mind goes blank
As out of the woods trundles a santank.
You push on. The urge to fight.
Not having been wounded a slight
The santanks fall, the everscreams perish.
"Ha! Easier than catching fish!"
But your hopes drop, and so does your face
As you see the thing that'll kill you with grace
It's the creature that only legends have seen.
The one, but not only Ice Queen!
I read that like Jingle Bells.
 
Something for @darthmorf

Time for Dr darthmorf to tinker in his lab
Time for him to do some science
For he's working for the greater good
Against advocates of compliance
That work for a great evil.
But most of his time he's playing God
Like with his genetic super-weevils
Why? He likes his creatures odd.
Because he's a scientist
And a mad one at that,
Creating monsters and cackling
At the drop of a hat.
If anyone has an unclean slate
Into his holding pens they go
What happens to them after that,
No one really knows.
So there's the summary of darthmorf
who sets genetics free
So if you wanna see something weird and cool
Come to the man with the PhD.
 
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