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For @Vash the Stampede

In memoriam
To soldiers beyond making
Surging into enemy lands
And from them taking.
Equipped with the best
The Armor of Odin
MJOLNIR, the great hammer
That informs the next of kin.
And in their mighty grip
Weapons beyond compare.
With enormous kickback
But with strength, they didn't care.
They died as they lived.
Charging into the breach.
In remembrance of the SPARTANs
That died in the fall of Reach.
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Could you make a poem about how Wyverntamer found Krialdria, his love?
Give me the origin story plez.
I need a template after all.
 
@Zygomorph
I'm with David Attenborough
In this wildlife show
And there are many things to tell
That you may not know.
For example that "horse"
That has many a stripe
Will go ape on you
And off the map he will wipe.
From wherever you stood
There will be a crater
The zebra whispers to your ashes
"See you later."


IF YOU WANT I CAN ALSO THROW IN A VID OF ME RECITING THIS.
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Of who? Krialdria?
Yes
 
Okay, well, Krialdria was an adventurer who would always come home, untill one day, someone in her family pissed Wyverntamer off, he destroyed most of the family, leaving the culprit alive, and he didn't kill Krialdria because she wasn't home, and he didn't know about her. She came home and saw what happened, she got pissed at Wyverntamer, then they met, what happens there is something that you can decide.
 
Okay, well, Krialdria was an adventurer who would always come home, untill one day, someone in her family pissed Wyverntamer off, he destroyed most of the family, leaving the culprit alive, and he didn't kill Krialdria because she wasn't home, and he didn't know about her. She came home and saw what happened, she got pissed at Wyverntamer, then they met, what happens there is something that you can decide.
Ok.
I'll be sure to keep that on list for when I am done with Zygo.
 
Hello, I'd like to request a poem about a man who can hold a tight grudge and has a hearty sense of humor who is in Orichalcum Armor ( Headgear set ) and his strange and silent helper clad in Chlorophyte Armor ( Mask set ), if possible.
 
Okay, well, Krialdria was an adventurer who would always come home, untill one day, someone in her family pissed Wyverntamer off, he destroyed most of the family, leaving the culprit alive, and he didn't kill Krialdria because she wasn't home, and he didn't know about her. She came home and saw what happened, she got pissed at Wyverntamer, then they met, what happens there is something that you can decide.

Devastation and no mercy
Was the visit to Kri's home.
An attack of brutal nature
Which has left her alone.
And rage consumed her soul
As she destroyed many to find him
But that was impossible
He only appears on a whim.
He wants to be there, he will
And if he doesn't
he'll leave you cold and still.

But one day
As Krialdria had one at her mercy
And he she was about to slay
He appeared out of nowhere.
Not for Kri but for another thing.
And the mere sight of him caused memories
Of Krialdria's mind to sting.
The rage comes back in a flood
And she leaps, sword drawn.
Baying for blood.
 
Hello, I'd like to request a poem about a man who can hold a tight grudge and has a hearty sense of humor who is in Orichalcum Armor ( Headgear set ) and his strange and silent helper clad in Chlorophyte Armor ( Mask set ), if possible.
One hot
One cold
One masked
One bold.

No one knows
What lurks behind the green
The features obscured
By it's lush sheen.
And the other, good natured
Dressed in Armor of pink.
But the last who crossed him
Left their tongue in the sink.
Boisterous, hearty.
Silent, strange.
The people you meet these days
That in personality range.
 
Devastation and no mercy
Was the visit to Kri's home.
An attack of brutal nature
Which has left her alone.
And rage consumed her soul
As she destroyed many to find him
But that was impossible
He only appears on a whim.
He wants to be there, he will
And if he doesn't
he'll leave you cold and still.

But one day
As Krialdria had one at her mercy
And he she was about to slay
He appeared out of nowhere.
Not for Kri but for another thing.
And the mere sight of him caused memories
Of Krialdria's mind to sting.
The rage comes back in a flood
And she leaps, sword drawn.
Baying for blood.
Hint: They live together happily now, so, I don't know if you knew that, or if this is just a part of the story.

But, it is an amazing piece of poetry.
 
One hot
One cold
One masked
One bold.

No one knows
What lurks behind the green
The features obscured
By it's lush sheen.
And the other, good natured
Dressed in Armor of pink.
But the last who crossed him
Left their tongue in the sink.
Boisterous, hearty.
Silent, strange.
The people you meet these days
That in personality range.
Man, this is pretty cool!
Much appreciated, Qui! :D
 
can you make a poem about the love between a mustache and a top hat?
Oh, a moustache.
How lovely they are to twirl.
Unlike other gent beards
That make you want to hurl.
Twirling it for the rule of cool
Doing awesome stuff in a flash.
In which case I be twirling day and night
Call me Dastardly Whiplash!

And now, a hat
A very special hat.
Special that if you sat on it
I will squash you flat.
It's called a top hat for a reason
For any wearers are not mere
For it's name translates
to everyone that hates
"Starting from the bottom, now we here!"
 
Oh, a moustache.
How lovely they are to twirl.
Unlike other gent beards
That make you want to hurl.
Twirling it for the rule of cool
Doing awesome stuff in a flash.
In which case I be twirling day and night
Call me Dastardly Whiplash!

And now, a hat
A very special hat.
Special that if you sat on it
I will squash you flat.
It's called a top hat for a reason
For any wearers are not mere
For it's name translates
to everyone that hates
"Starting from the bottom, now we here!"
I'm gonna have to put that in my signature :D i'll leave a tag linking to you :)
 
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.
Can you make me a poem (Me being death)
 
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