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Poetry Monday: Meagles, Penses & Beazers…Oh My!

Here’s some nonsense poetry for your reading pleasure.

the tallest sray of a Meagle’s flay
is heard in Carperest Fowns
a Penses way with reagle clay
cannot keep his shrieving mown

with Penses and Meagles kept at bay
the Homelin can settle down
but with nothing else to lead away
the Limehon cannot be found

such is the way of the Beazer’s prey
the wish of not being found
but the Homelin isn’t led astray
and will bring that Beazer down

Meagles, Penses, Beazers and their prey
love the Limehon in the town
they hate the Homelin right to this day
for he wears the Human Crown

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Flashback Friday Poetry: A Satire

we are the Pearlites
we fight for what is Right
we see the Injustice
that overtakes our Seas
we conquer the Evil
that approaches our Reef

you claim to be Righteous
terror you say you Fight
you create more Danger
of which you try to Flee
you claim god Commands this
nothing breaks your Belief

we take on your Masses
we challenge with our Might
we defeat your Valor
betraying our own Creed
turning against our Code
with no Signs of Relief

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: The Underwater City of Pearl Part 3

We’ve lived in the Bad Waters for centuries
Everyone you see is your enemy
We are the Crestations, the last of our kind
From the once all-mighty empire Crestine
We were conquered by the Pearlites divine
They were to destroy our wicked ways of crime
They would school us in the way to righteousness
On that path they deviated to a mess
A great war ensued from which neither could win
In retreat to this place is where we have been
When our forces are strong enough, we move in

For decades we’ve been fighting a lost cause
We could never withstand their great power
In days of recent, we’ve acquired help
A strange creature from the out-world has come
He sees their lies and fights with us as one
Though he’s not like us, his strengths are mighty
He took out a fleet in a few minutes
His hand-to-hand combat? Most impressive
Our numbers are few but with him we’re strong
We’ll take back our home with our righteousness
As the Pearlites did with us back then
Crestine will be restored to its glory
Unfortunately the battle’s gory
The blood on the spears and picks in the head
To obtain peace, most of us will be dead
How shall we feel upon our dark demise
Proud of the fact we gave our life for life
While the memory of us may be lost
The memory of our cause will live on
We die today so It lives tomorrow