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  1. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    [​IMG] Cookie's Poetry Corner[​IMG]
    (Sprites by the amazing @DerpoTheMagnificent)

    Hello there, fellow Internet surfer! Just now, your click has brought you to my treasure trove of poetic literature on the topic of Terraria and the people of this wonderful forum. If you would like to request a poem, refer to the "Requests" section. If not, dear reader, snuggle up, pour a glass of milk, grab a cookie or two, and jump into a whole new world of imagination.


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    Lore
    These poems speculate or provide descriptions about the countless inhabitants, places, and items of Terraria.

    A blade forged
    In both darkness and light
    To save Terraria from an otherworldly plight
    Throughout the world the materials came
    All brought to an ancient alter, where it was set aflame
    In times of need, it awakens and arises
    Its power showers the bearer with great prizes
    For only the truest of heroes can wield it
    The biggest and mightiest axe of all
    Before it, wood, walls, and monsters all fall
    It rocks and rolls as it swings
    Cleaving through all manner of things
    Given to Plantera for safekeeping
    Taken by the hero for plant-reaping
    A little piece of metal, flat and stout
    But it isn’t useless, without a doubt
    With a hammer, anything can be made
    From tool to armor and glowing blade
    The mind is the only limitation
    To make and forge a creation
    There once was a man who wanted a gun
    To kill all of the creatures under the sun
    After many failed attempts, he finally found a design
    Of great power and accuracy, anything but benign
    Rampaging around Terraria and shooting all in sight
    Until he could no longer see the light
    Cast away into the Dungeon, he carefully looks
    For someone to look down his barrel's hooks
    From a hunk of metal that fell from the sky
    Comes a weapon that lets the stars fly
    Blasting away at an incredible rate of fire
    But a strong and steady hand it will require
    Gray, yellow, pink, and dark blue
    Not many weapons can shoot this true
    An orange and potent brew
    Made of water and mystery goo
    With a few gigantic chugs
    You'll feel like you're on drugs
    Empty a mug, and you'll have the ability
    To punch hard and lose your civility
    Gleaming orange with a creepy light
    Casting shadows in the dead of night
    An ominous blade of power and fear
    Summoning deadly pumpkins that leer
    Not the handiwork of any old smith
    Evil created this to murder and kill with
    A mystery we'll never know
    Coming from a dark place
    Where the sands of time never flow
    It flew here from the edges of outer space
    A strange machine at best
    But it can fire faster than all the rest
    The sea raider’s choice of steel
    Swinging with a feverish zeal
    Many fall before this ruthless blade
    Their life forces quickly perish and fade
    Sharp and swift, it flashes with light
    Just before its victim realizes their plight
    Flinging sound waves note by note
    Obliterating anything as they float
    Level an army with colorful beams
    Or woo the crush of your dreams
    Slow to move, but what a force they are
    Striking down victims from afar
    This sword of a far-off generation
    Was used to fight the evil Federation
    With a hum and hiss, a crackle and a sting
    It emanates a beam from a crystal thing
    Red, purple, yellow, blue, white, and green
    There’s no other blade quite like this machine
    An ancient weapon forged in the pits of hell
    Many kingdoms this trident fell
    Etched with powerful runes evoking the element of fire
    No other weapon could make a situation so dire
    Its existence made many cower and weep
    For its blade could burn and reap
    The product of a bumbling old wizard with a long snowy beard
    Who was laughed at throughout the land until his creation was feared
    To make it, he doused enchanted ice on a burning metal blade
    And stored it in a frosty shadow of the darkest shade
    It was created, a sword that burned with both heat and cold
    A weapon whose power is one of the greatest ever told
    Flinging shards of razor-sharp ice with just one swing
    Its freezing touch can kill any living thing
    Afraid that others would steal it, the wizard locked it away
    Inside a frozen chest that would never see the light of day
    An eccentric man with bright brown hair
    And a weak sense of dramatic flair
    But a mindful of helpful hints
    To help you rid your armor of unnecessary dints
    He is here to guide you on your adventure-filled quest
    To lead you and help you be the best
    Dressed a dress that's a bright clean white
    Ready to fix you up after a bloody fight
    Equipped with the latest medical tools
    Like duct tape and red toadstools
    She'll stitch your cuts and apply some ointment
    But she won't care if it isn't a paid appointment
    He's a bearded chubby man
    Loaded with explosives in a can
    Always ready to blow something to bits
    Leaving behind smoking craters and pits
    If he burns himself, he doesn't really care
    Or even if he loses a limb or scorches his hair
    He's a living fungus, completely white and blue
    I'm serious, it's actually quite true
    His weapons and tools are some of the best
    Cheap to buy and strong when put to the test
    Combine his overpowered mushrooms with Chlorophyte
    And you'll have a metal of pure power and might
    Glowing with an unearthly light
    These aquatic creatures are sure to give quite a fright
    Ensnaring their prey in a paralyzing net
    To the unaware person they are a serious threat
    Blue and green, reddish and pink
    But faced with a weapon, they quickly sink
    With a wobble and a jiggle
    And a quiver and a wiggle
    They fly through the air
    Ready to bounce on a dare
    No one can stop their jiggly might
    When they squish all in sight
    They're not slimes in disguise
    Having floppy ears and cute eyes
    Tiny and furry, they hop about
    Looking for a tasty sprout
    They're innocent and meek
    Into your kitchen they always peek
    Many a hero, though brave and strong
    Have lost their way here, seeking where they belong
    Vibrant trees and sparkling water
    An unlikely place for a slaughter
    Don't be fooled by this land from where few return
    For death will await you, and in darkness you will churn
    If you value your life, don't go here
    The malevolence of this land spreads misery and fear
    Purple reigns in this desolate place
    Steadily spreading at an alarming pace
    The creatures that roam this evil land
    Are mutated and corrupted, not at all grand
    Some bounce, walk, spit, or fly
    But none will stop until you die
    This dreary land is always tainted in red
    The creatures here always instill dread
    Lakes of blood and hills of mushy flesh
    Monsters here crave meat, juicy and fresh
    The counterpart of the Corruption, but just as bad
    It too spreads, more and more land it shall add
    Guarded by fallen heroes of another time
    Its passageways filled with bones and grime
    Restless spirits look for a chance to slay
    A hapless hero who lost their way
    But among the shades of the night
    Untold treasures glint in the dim light
    Deep in the heart of the subterranean jungle
    Where plants turn poisonous and fungal
    There is an ancient temple of brown bricks
    Locked but for those who beat Plantera's tricks
    Nearly indestructible, it securely keeps
    Ancient technology that will give you the creeps
    Within it, heroes will be happily met
    By flames, darts, and a far greater threat
    Long ago, when there was little to be found
    A group of humans wanted to get off the ground
    With powerful spells and a helium balloon
    They lifted islands close to the moon
    Evolving with wings to adapt to near space
    Forever guarding the treasure in their someplace
    A place where the ruler is fire
    Its inhabitants long to rise higher
    Pools of lava and blocks of heat
    Surviving here is no easy feat
    Soothing water isn't allowed here
    So don't dig down if you have much to fear



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    Special Poems

    These are poems with a special story or meaning. 'Nuff said.​

    Darkness once consumed the world
    A place where the banner of chaos once stood unfurled.
    In this dark and desolate land, where there was no purity or light
    Life was a grim existence, sealed in endless night

    Those shadowy days have long since passed
    However, the darkness is of the world, so it will still last
    It lurks in the places where no one dares roam
    But it can also reside within the home

    A dismal fate awaits for those who let it in
    Inside it slips, drawn to hatred and sin
    Its influence can hail the jaws of death
    Look for its presence as these men draw their last breath

    These two bitter enemies, Fire and Ice
    Once fought one another, determined to maim and slice
    Their hatred for each other knew no bounds
    They would not stop until the other made no sounds

    They hurled blasts of blazing heat and searing cold
    Their duel is one of the most tragic ever told
    It was a sad day when they turned against one another
    For they once walked together, brother alongside brother

    Before each other, they stood, eyes aflame
    With an unearthly scream at each other they came
    Armed with swords of the earth and falling sky
    They hurtled toward each other, destined to die

    When the smoke had cleared, there was only a crater
    Their bodies lay untouched, a mystery no one knew until later
    Nor steel nor magic was the cause of this sin
    For they had died, from the darkness within
    Across mountains of icy snow
    And valleys where harsh winds blow
    There lies a man, whose name has faded away
    But his legacy lives on, even to this day

    I'll tell you the story of this man buried under a beautiful tree
    And how his extraordinary existence came to be
    He appeared in a strange new world
    Where everything was cubical and dragons in the sky swirled

    A mane of jet black hair resided on his head
    And happiness soon blossomed wherever he tread
    His eyes twinkled with a keen curiosity
    Which was only matched by his capacity for generosity

    Off he went, traveling throughout the land
    Building magnificent monuments of dirt, stone, and sand
    Along his journey to explore the unknown
    He met some strangers whose memories had been blown

    They joined him on his wonderous travels
    The mysteries of nature they unraveled
    But trouble was brewing among the group
    For one of them was a traitor, born to deceive and snoop

    It was a grim day when she fled to the wilderness
    Where she divulged his knowledge and whereabouts to the darkness
    The creatures of the night slaughtered him before her eyes
    And she suddenly broke down in tears because of his untimely demise

    This girl, whose conscience was thought to be lost
    Redeemed herself by carrying him to a burial ground covered in frost
    After burying his body, she turned into a magnificent tree
    To shield him from whatever elements there may be

    And so ends the tale of this bold young man
    So please, dear reader, do this if you can
    Keep the spirit of adventure within
    For people are rewarded for never letting their patience grow thin
    Pixel by pixel,
    The sun soared into the sky
    Its warm caress brought life to all it touched
    Birds sang melodious songs, and rabbits frolicked in the grass
    I wish it would never end
    But that seems not to be true
    For my enemy's sword quivers above my head
    A cold steel blade, splattered bright with red
    As I lay there, taking in my final breath
    I imagined the stars chase away the sun, pixel by pixel
    Here I sit, my house in ruins and my arm in a brace
    The result of a naughty slime that ventured into my place
    Sit down, listen carefully, and you will see
    Just how cunning those bouncy slimes can be

    After a long day of roaming the treacherous land
    I returned to my humble abode, house key in hand
    Turning aside the wooden gate, I was given quite a fright
    For a pink little slime sat in my chair, glowing in the absence of light

    Upon my sighting of this curious little creature
    It fled into the kitchen, searching for a tasty feature
    As it hopped to and fro, I pursued it with a gleaming blade
    But for all my efforts, it was still unafraid

    With a jiggle and jump, towards me it flew
    I prepared to cut the little troublemaker clean through
    As if by magic, it sailed over my sword of death
    And it ripped the furniture to shreds, not even stopping to take a breath

    When I saw what the blob of evil had done
    I decided it would be best to end its reign of tricks and fun
    Drawing forth the might of the Terrarian world
    The slime knew it was the end and in a ball it curled

    I unleashed the forces of darkness and light
    It was erased from existence, such was its plight
    But as it died, it gave me one last surprise
    A present to commemorate its glorious demise

    It exploded, leaving a mound of steaming goo
    The residue more toxic than the most potent brew
    To this day, the jelly there still lies
    A memorial of the pink slime's final cries
    An empty piggy bank
    How my life was turned foul and rank
    That's how it all began
    And how I became a shadow of a once lively man

    I turned away from what was right
    Eventually touched by death's icy bite
    A product of greed wanting to be
    Oh, the things I wish I could now see!

    I now walk where the light does not touch
    An atonement for my sins I do not like much
    There, I grieve for what I could have had
    Listen to my tale of a life gone sad

    A coin, a coin, a treasure for all to see
    Something to fill my piggy bank, empty as it may be
    Playing with the others is much too boring
    Give me more money, I'm imploring

    Ten silver coins, that's not enough
    I must have more, this isn't too rough
    Don't bother me now, just let me be
    I need more money, can you not see?

    Five hundred golden coins, not enough I fear
    Now I'm living on the streets, oh dear!
    My money is too precious to be taken away
    Even though I have nowhere to stay

    The moon glows red, but I do not care
    Moans and groans begin to fill the air
    I will defend my prize with tooth and knife
    I will not give up my money, not even for my life

    That ends my tale of woe
    To prove it I've got scars to show
    To anyone who hears this message, to them I will say
    Don't keep money, for it is a dark and deadly way
    With a polished golden fishing rod in hand
    And a spiffy hat that's never been so grand
    I stood at the pier, ready to catch some fish
    To take home and make my favorite dish

    I cast the line far across the sparkling blue sea
    For I wanted to catch the biggest whopper there be
    Alas, I did not realize that it was a busy day
    Under the choppy waters of the sunlit bay

    Deep beneath the churning liquid blue
    There seemed to be aquatic creatures that flew
    Reeling in my line, I changed by mind
    I used the tip of my pole to dig and grind

    Upon the holes I made a nifty little trap
    To ensnare the angelic fish in a sticky wrap
    I watched it until I could deliver my nasty surprise
    Eagerly anticipating its watery demise

    Suddenly, it vanished without a trace
    To have an angry sea turtle take its place
    Pulling and yanking on my prized golden rod
    With its powerful beak it gnawed and sawed

    All that was left was a mound of glittering dust
    I was so furious, I thought my heart would bust
    With a cry of rage, I plunged into the water
    Prepared to fight, maim, and slaughter

    With a sneaky grin, the turtle hid in its shell
    I grabbed on, but it shook like a toiling bell
    It hurled me above the waves and into the salty air
    Leaving me soaked, and I wondered why life was so unfair


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    Requests
    To place a request, simply leave a comment on this thread, and I will do your request as soon as I can. It's that easy! Here are some poems I've already done for other people.

    Silent and swift, replying to and fro
    Writing legends with a pen set aglow
    But when the moon shines a crimson red
    All who are alive are filled with dread
    For evil stirs from within, a creature of fear
    Happiness and joy it will reap and shear
    ElLoudGallade, the Bisharp lost to the night
    It screams and howls, killing all in sight
    Using waves of sound and arms as blades
    It gorges itself on blood of all shades
    Slandering those who dare oppose his law
    Harshly pointing out writing mistakes and flaws
    But when the sun begins a new day, his reign will finally end
    Turning back into the Bisharp we all know as a great writer and friend
    In the land where the Tiber River flows
    There is a boy whose power constantly grows
    He dreams of cleansing the local gang
    And fights villains who attack with tooth and fang
    Sporting a glossy blue suit and an artwork of yellow hair
    His Stand can turn back the clock, filling its enemies with despair
    With a heart full of valor and his mighty golden Stand
    No other hero is as fashionable or grand
    The fusion of man and magical science
    Destined to help forge peace and an alliance
    Between humanity and the genetically altered
    In the face of combat, he never faltered
    A strong man with few words to say
    Letting his actions talk and slay
    Beneath his cold and rugged exterior
    There lies a noble heart that is all but inferior
    Wielding a slab of metal infused with fire
    Its blazing touch hotter than the biggest pyre
    With a brilliant mind and a compassionate soul
    A special headband keeps his powers in control
    When the world's in chaos, Sol-Badguy is your man
    To save the land from mutations in a metal can
    Gracefully swimming in the ocean blue
    With their fins cutting the water clean through
    Magnificent and gentle creatures of the sea
    But the men on land just won't let their cousins be
    Chasing them across the wild jungle
    When they just want to eat everything fungal
    Hunted for their precious armored shells
    Their old home is where a human now dwells
    Deep within the trees the tortoises now hide
    Desperate to save a shred of their pride
    To the turtles of the ocean they call
    So they can have vengeance and cause the humans to fall
    A pale purple eye gleams from what came from hell
    Along with a burning kunais that is the demon's death-knell
    Gliding silently on his blood red wings
    Doom and destruction he always brings
    He buries his terrible burden deep inside
    Many have tried to unearth it and died
    Born to an otherworldly mother
    Who vanished, not even replaced by another
    His father rejected him when he saw the ugly truth
    When he seemed to have perpetual youth
    Relentlessly killing the winged terrors of the sky
    In hopes that his father will love him when the demons all die
    A group of six talented people
    Whose songs are rarely sung under a steeple
    Dressed with masks that are midnight black
    They rap and rock for a musical track
    Popular for their mighty songs
    Even though some have done a few wrongs
    With hits like Bullet and Day of the Dead
    Their fame still continues to spread
    Fire in his eyes and magic in his heart
    He's a strong wizard, powerful and smart
    From his seemingly infinite inventory of mystery
    He can draw weapons that'll make you history
    The art of the unknown is his game
    His unique talents bring him glory and fame
    With a little bit of power and wire
    He'll drop you into an ethereal fire
    There isn't much that can stop his might
    When all falls before his fire and light
    The pale blue skies bring heavy snow
    The mighty winds swoosh and blow
    But lo and behold, a meek little beast
    Cries out, the leftovers of a yak-food feast
    Wandering over the ridges of rock and ice
    Until he finds a very strange device
    Blinded by the queer machine's glow
    The little yak is no longer in the snow
    He rubs his eyes and takes a look
    At the great trees surrounding a brook
    Unbeknownst to him, Terraria is the place
    Where he is safe in both time and space


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    Creation Compendium
    The Creation Compendium is a monthly event in which the creations of the community are featured for all to see. I encourage you to participate in it, since all entries are accepted. I'll be putting my entries in this section for future reference.

    A cold breeze flows around the mounds of rubble
    The testimony to unspeakable strife and trouble
    I tear my eyes away from the piles of rotted bones
    As I breath my last, lying among the shattered stones

    I remember what it used to be like
    It was a haven of harmony before the enemy's strike
    Where the vibrant vendors and exotic merchants used to be
    Tattered silk and charred wood is all I can see

    I remember the once magnificent waterfalls
    Now, a few brick arches are all that's left of the castle's halls
    The Steampunker, the Dryad, the Mechant, all my friends that I adore
    Everything I once had and knew is now no more

    I remember the utterance of terrified screams and cries
    As my fellow people met their sudden demise
    Crimson pools sprang up where they fell
    It was as if the massacre had come from the pits of hell

    I remember the vile creatures of the night
    They killed with poison, claw, and bite
    Their evil aura seeped into the life of the land
    Turning all soil into an acidic purple sand

    I remember the valiant and courageous men
    Who sacrificed themselves for others, time and time again
    Even with their consecrated golden blades
    They could do nothing against the deadly shades

    I remember our oath to make a final stand
    Where we prepared to accept our fate, be it gory or grand
    With a final shout, we pushed forward in the last charge
    Only to be struck down by a sword, both sharp and large

    I remember a tiny hope for tranquility and light
    The key to restore the purity and end the fight
    Given to the guardians of the eclipsed sun, it was hidden away
    A weapon for a new hero of another time and day

    I remember that I'm now at my final breath
    And now, I do not fear the embrace of death
    There will be a way for justice to be done
    Through the new hero that shall soon come
    I hated going to bed without a morsel to eat
    No soup, no pudding, not even some meat
    Without even copper coins to spend
    It seemed like my family was at a dead end

    I gloomily watched the sun fade into night
    When I suddenly saw a dazzling sight
    A Fallen Star had streaked across the sky
    And landed in the yard, unable to fly

    Tinkling and glistening, seemingly unafraid
    That it was separated from its heavenly cascade
    I knelt beside it and felt its warm glow
    And was enveloped in its golden flow

    The star said it could make dreams come true
    Leaving me speechless, wondering what to do
    It told me that everything was fair game
    But some things might bring pain and shame

    Alas, I was already seeing money-making mills
    And a never-ending row of platinum coin hills
    I saw warriors, each with a beam-shooting blade
    Guarding a brick castle that would never fade

    I saw all of the riches above and beneath the earth
    The mound of metal and rock an uncountable worth
    All of Terraria would be my very own
    And only I would rule the throne

    But then, as a tear traced down my cheek
    I remembered my family, so small and meek
    And then, I knew what I wanted to get
    Not even feeling a little bit of regret

    Having never felt better, I eagerly told the star
    And my conscience the choice would never mar
    Tomorrow, I want my family to have a tasty dish
    And that is my one and only wish
    Aboard the flying ship, the pirate shouted on the deck
    "Find some treasure or you'll pay with your neck!"
    The crew, anxious to placate their angry boss
    Tried to find sources of riches but were at a loss

    When things were looking grim, they all said
    "We need treasure, or we'll all certainly be dead!"
    But among the anguished crowds, there was a guy
    Who had an idea to make the crew's spirits fly

    He wanted to go to Terraria, a realm of riches and magic
    Where one wrong step would be very tragic
    With no other options, the shipmates decided to go
    And with that, the magical oars started to row

    The crew had to take a few pit stops along the way
    Including a certain pineapple and a shark infested bay
    But after many nights of sailing across the sky
    The captain exclaimed, "Our moment of glory is nigh!"

    In a house below the vessel, some people were asleep
    But were soon awakened by noises from the flying heap
    A band of ragtag warriors soon gathered to fight
    To defend their ale and families from the airborne plight

    Horde by horde, the bloodthirsty pirates began to descend
    Shouting, "Arrrr, ye landlubbers, this will be your end!"
    In response, the lead warrior swung his mighty sword
    Launching a stream of kittens that exploded and gored

    Armed with furniture, lasers, sticks, bows, and stones
    The warriors killed until there was fire in their bones
    With most of their fellow crew wounded or dead
    The survivors screamed like children and fled

    When all the bloody murdering was finally done
    Only the captain stood with his giant golden gun
    He exclaimed, "Gimme all your blasted treasure,"
    "Or I'll hurt ye and your families beyond measure!"

    The leader replied, "We don't have any jewels or gold,"
    "We only have our ale and our friends, truth be told."
    With tears in his eyes and his scraggly beard, he cried,
    I just wanted to be loved! I didn't want nobody to die!"

    The noble leader gave the poor guy a chance
    Giving him a home, unlimited ale, and free finance
    Now he supplies various pirated pirate wares
    Including cannons and unlimited friendship with no fares


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    Friends
    These are people who have helped me in the struggle of my first days on the forums or are just really kind and considerate. Your name could be here too!

    @TheQuietBisharp
    @Teal
    @Pixel
    @Shadow Gamer
    @Deeked

    (Big shoutouts to @Pixel and @Teal for their wonderful collaborations!)​
     
    Last edited: Jul 23, 2015
  2. TheQuietBisharp

    TheQuietBisharp Official Terrarian

    Poor Cookie, you've been neglected here! Can I have a request about ElLoudGallade?
     
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  3. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    Yep, and thanks for breathing life into this thread. :)

    @TheQuietBisharp

    Silent and swift, replying to and fro
    Writing legends with a pen set aglow
    But when the moon shines a crimson red
    All who are alive are filled with dread
    For evil stirs from within, a creature of fear
    Happiness and joy it will reap and shear
    ElLoudGallade, the Bisharp lost to the night
    It screams and howls, killing all in sight
    Using waves of sound and arms as blades
    It gorges itself on blood of all shades
    Slandering those who dare oppose his law
    Harshly pointing out writing mistakes and flaws
    But when the sun begins a new day, his reign will finally end
    Turning back into the Bisharp we all know as a great writer and friend

    Pretty good, if I do say so myself. :p
     
    Last edited: Mar 29, 2015
  4. TheQuietBisharp

    TheQuietBisharp Official Terrarian

    Hahaha, I love it! It's funny how Bisharp is the good guy and Gallade is the bad guy, considering Dark and Psychic typing. Lastly, @gallantEclipse.
     
  5. Frenzy Moon

    Frenzy Moon The Destroyer

    Greetings, I'd like to request.
    If you can make a poem about outside sources/media, I'd like a poem about Giorno Giovanni from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.
    If not, I'd like a poem about the mighty ice blade Frostbrand, about it's history or how it came to be.
    Don't get generous and make both!
     
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  6. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    But being generous is my favorite thing to do. :p

    @A Wanderer

    Giorno Giovanni

    In the land where the Tiber River flows
    There is a boy whose power constantly grows
    He dreams of cleansing the local gang
    And fights villains who attack with tooth and fang
    Sporting a glossy blue suit and an artwork of yellow hair
    His Stand can turn back the clock, filling its enemies with despair
    With a heart full of valor and his mighty golden Stand
    No other hero is as fashionable or grand

    Frostbrand

    The product of a bumbling old wizard with a long snowy beard
    Who was laughed at throughout the land until his creation was feared
    To make it, he doused enchanted ice on a burning metal blade
    And stored it in a frosty shadow of the darkest shade
    It was created, a sword that burned with both heat and cold
    A weapon whose power is one of the greatest ever told
    Flinging shards of razor-sharp ice with just one swing
    Its freezing touch can kill any living thing
    Afraid that others would steal it, the wizard locked it away
    Inside a frozen chest that would never see the light of day
     
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  7. Frenzy Moon

    Frenzy Moon The Destroyer

    Great work! You really didn't have to do both, but great work! :D
     
  8. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    It was my pleasure to write these, and thank you for putting a request here!
     
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  9. Teal

    Teal Eater of Worlds

    Might I have a poem about turtles?
     
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  10. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    Why, hello there @Teal. Of course you can have poem about turtles.

    Turtles

    Gracefully swimming in the ocean blue
    With their fins cutting the water clean through
    Magnificent and gentle creatures of the sea
    But the men on land just won't let their cousins be
    Chasing them across the wild jungle
    When they just want to eat everything fungal
    Hunted for their precious armored shells
    Their old home is where a human now dwells
    Deep within the trees the tortoises now hide
    Desperate to save a shred of their pride
    To the turtles of the ocean they call
    So they can have vengeance and cause the humans to fall

    They are watching us.
     
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  11. Frenzy Moon

    Frenzy Moon The Destroyer

    Greetings again, since you are able to make poems of outside sources, would it be possible to make a poem about Sol-Badguy from Guilty Gear?
     
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  12. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    Yup. Just give me a while to do my research. :p
     
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  13. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    Here's your poem! I had stuff to do, so I apologize for the delay.

    @A Wanderer

    Sol Badguy

    The fusion of man and magical science
    Destined to help forge peace and an alliance
    Between humanity and the genetically altered
    In the face of combat, he never faltered
    A strong man with few words to say
    Letting his actions talk and slay
    Beneath his cold and rugged exterior
    There lies a noble heart that is all but inferior
    Wielding a slab of metal infused with fire
    Its blazing touch hotter than the biggest pyre
    With a brilliant mind and a compassionate soul
    A special headband keeps his powers in control
    When the world's in chaos, Sol-Badguy is your man
    To save the land from mutations in a metal can
     
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  14. Teal

    Teal Eater of Worlds

    *check my signature*
     
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  15. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    I like it! Don't forget about the upcoming one in the PP. ;)
     
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  16. Frenzy Moon

    Frenzy Moon The Destroyer

    Nice job, Magic Cookie! :D
     
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  17. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    This is my first entry for CC (I had nowhere else to put it). I think it's my best work here. :)

    I Remember

    A cold breeze flows around the mounds of rubble
    The testimony to unspeakable strife and trouble
    I tear my eyes away from the piles of rotted bones
    As I breath my last, lying among the shattered stones

    I remember what it used to be like
    It was a haven of harmony before the enemy's strike
    Where the vibrant vendors and exotic merchants used to be
    Tattered silk and charred wood is all I can see

    I remember the once magnificent waterfalls
    Now, a few brick arches are all that's left of the castle's halls
    The Steampunker, the Dryad, the Mechant, all my friends that I adore
    Everything I once had and knew is now no more

    I remember the utterance of terrified screams and cries
    As my fellow people met their sudden demise
    Crimson pools sprang up where they fell
    It was as if the massacre had come from the pits of hell

    I remember the vile creatures of the night
    They killed with poison, claw, and bite
    Their evil aura seeped into the life of the land
    Turning all soil into an acidic purple sand

    I remember the valiant and courageous men
    Who sacrificed themselves for others, time and time again
    Even with their consecrated golden blades
    They could do nothing against the deadly shades

    I remember our oath to make a final stand
    Where we prepared to accept our fate, be it gory or grand
    With a final shout, we pushed forward in the last charge
    Only to be struck down by a sword, both sharp and large

    I remember a tiny hope for tranquility and light
    The key to restore the purity and end the fight
    Given to the guardians of the eclipsed sun, it was hidden away
    A weapon for a new hero of another time and day

    I remember that I'm now at my final breath
    And now, I do not fear the embrace of death
    There will be a way for justice to be done
    Through the new hero that shall soon come
     
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  18. 3en

    3en Plantera

    I would like to request 2 poems. (Maybe 3 if you feel lucky. :3)

    1. A poem about my character, Sivath. (Basic info seen in my sig, and some backstory in my "I Interview Sivath" spot.)
    2. A poem about my favorite band, Hollywood Undead.
    (Plan B if you cannot/won't do the other 2... 3. A poem about my charac - Wait... I already said that... Nevermind then, only 2 requests.)
     
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  19. The Magic Cookie

    The Magic Cookie Skeletron

    @Sivath here's your poems. I had lots of state exams, so I was occupied. I hope you understand.

    Sivath

    A pale purple eye gleams from what came from hell
    Along with a burning kunais that is the demon's death-knell
    Gliding silently on his blood red wings
    Doom and destruction he always brings
    He buries his terrible burden deep inside
    Many have tried to unearth it and died
    Born to an otherworldly mother
    Who vanished, not even replaced by another
    His father rejected him when he saw the ugly truth
    When he seemed to have perpetual youth
    Relentlessly killing the winged terrors of the sky
    In hopes that his father will love him when the demons all die


    Hollywood Undead

    A group of six talented people
    Whose songs are rarely sung under a steeple
    Dressed with masks that are midnight black
    They rap and rock for a musical track
    Popular for their mighty songs
    Even though some have done a few wrongs
    With hits like Bullet and Day of the Dead
    Their fame still continues to spread

    What do you think?
     
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  20. 3en

    3en Plantera

    Holy :red:. That first one literally brought me to tears, it was so amazing. The Hollywood undead one had an error though, but I can easily fix it. They have six members and two past members, but it was accurate so I will not dock points from that.
     
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