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TOPIC | Horrific Poetry (Edger's POV)
[center]Edger the nocturne is named from a poet[/center] [center]The poet he's named after is Edger Allan Poe[/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42628561] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/426286/42628561_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center]He's fathered 6 children, but maybe some more[/center] [center]But all he cares about is how to protect them and friends[/center] [center]He has made some enemies, but not quite a lot[/center] [center]But his biggest foe is of the name of Scorn [/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39588807] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/395889/39588807_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center]He's also fathered 6, but nevermore[/center] [center]He is one of the rabid, and will snap a neck[/center] [center]Join Edger and friends, in a poetry view[/center] [center]There'll be many twists and turns and shock[/center] [center]But if you fear the mysterious crimes[/center] [center]You may not want to read, but if you want to, good luck[/center] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [center] The pinglist is for those interested[/center] [center]It will alert them as fast as a flick [/center] [center]@Aetherstorm[/center]
Edger the nocturne is named from a poet
The poet he's named after is Edger Allan Poe
He's fathered 6 children, but maybe some more
But all he cares about is how to protect them and friends


He has made some enemies, but not quite a lot
But his biggest foe is of the name of Scorn
He's also fathered 6, but nevermore
He is one of the rabid, and will snap a neck


Join Edger and friends, in a poetry view
There'll be many twists and turns and shock
But if you fear the mysterious crimes
You may not want to read, but if you want to, good luck

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The pinglist is for those interested
It will alert them as fast as a flick
Chapter 1: Ungrateful sight

My name is of Edger; by my friends, Allan Poe
Some call me scary and yes, I agree
My claws are sharp, my tail can sting
But in the end, I'm super nice

I do have anger problems, but those rarely occur
I'm one of the wind, I'm suppose to by happy
I have many friends, and they are caring
Plus, I'm a father. But I do look after them

I wake up in the morning, cold as ice
I look by my side, and I see my mate
Her name is EverNight; she's as gorgeous as ever
She's as black as the night, yet pale as the moon

"Well good morning, my pretty." I say as she wakes
"Well hello, handsome." She nuzzles my cheek
"Have you had a good slumber?" I ask as she yawns
"Why, yes. It was perfect!" She says as she smiles

We laugh and we laugh, but then I get up
I go look outside to see others waking
They twist and they turn, the tundra's and spirals
They stretch and they yawn, the wildclaw's and coatls

I went outside, to get some food
But what I then see, is of the mirror; it's Scorn
He is one of my enemies and he is insane
He then looks at me, and gives off a smile


Sorry about the look of this. It may not be how you write poetry, but I wanted to do something for a change. I hope it's good though.
Chapter 1: Ungrateful sight

My name is of Edger; by my friends, Allan Poe
Some call me scary and yes, I agree
My claws are sharp, my tail can sting
But in the end, I'm super nice

I do have anger problems, but those rarely occur
I'm one of the wind, I'm suppose to by happy
I have many friends, and they are caring
Plus, I'm a father. But I do look after them

I wake up in the morning, cold as ice
I look by my side, and I see my mate
Her name is EverNight; she's as gorgeous as ever
She's as black as the night, yet pale as the moon

"Well good morning, my pretty." I say as she wakes
"Well hello, handsome." She nuzzles my cheek
"Have you had a good slumber?" I ask as she yawns
"Why, yes. It was perfect!" She says as she smiles

We laugh and we laugh, but then I get up
I go look outside to see others waking
They twist and they turn, the tundra's and spirals
They stretch and they yawn, the wildclaw's and coatls

I went outside, to get some food
But what I then see, is of the mirror; it's Scorn
He is one of my enemies and he is insane
He then looks at me, and gives off a smile


Sorry about the look of this. It may not be how you write poetry, but I wanted to do something for a change. I hope it's good though.
@WOF2012
Oooh, this is neat! Is there a pinglist? Can I be added to it?
@WOF2012
Oooh, this is neat! Is there a pinglist? Can I be added to it?
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yep yep! I don't know how to make poetry so sorry 'bout dat
yep yep! I don't know how to make poetry so sorry 'bout dat
Chapter 2: Talk to a Killer

Then Scorn comes near, and I freak out
Why is he coming? Does he know I don't like him?
"Oh, hi there, Edger!" He says with his mask
"Oh, hello there, Scorn." I say as I frown


"Why are you sad?" He leans for a hug
I push him away, adding a growl
"Why must you do that? You grumpy already?"
"Well, yeah, of course, and it's all cuz of you."


"Why do you hate me?" He tries to a whimper
"You are a killer, why wouldn't I hate you?"
He sighs and he stares. "I do not murder!"
"Yeah right you don't." I turn away


He rips at my wing; I yelp and look
"Why did you do that?" I ask and yell
"Why don't you like me? I need an answer."
"You murder and kill!" I try to fly


My wings' having trouble, but I carry on
Yet I cannot fly; nevermore
There's a pearlcatcher who's name is Lenori
She heals, she's cute, I need her help now


As I cry out to her, something falls
I scream and I back as I landed before
I look at it closely, and I realize in horror
It is of a friend, who's name is Demarcus


WOOOOOOOOOO MURDER ALREADY!!!! WOOOOOOO SOUPS CREEPY!!!
Chapter 2: Talk to a Killer

Then Scorn comes near, and I freak out
Why is he coming? Does he know I don't like him?
"Oh, hi there, Edger!" He says with his mask
"Oh, hello there, Scorn." I say as I frown


"Why are you sad?" He leans for a hug
I push him away, adding a growl
"Why must you do that? You grumpy already?"
"Well, yeah, of course, and it's all cuz of you."


"Why do you hate me?" He tries to a whimper
"You are a killer, why wouldn't I hate you?"
He sighs and he stares. "I do not murder!"
"Yeah right you don't." I turn away


He rips at my wing; I yelp and look
"Why did you do that?" I ask and yell
"Why don't you like me? I need an answer."
"You murder and kill!" I try to fly


My wings' having trouble, but I carry on
Yet I cannot fly; nevermore
There's a pearlcatcher who's name is Lenori
She heals, she's cute, I need her help now


As I cry out to her, something falls
I scream and I back as I landed before
I look at it closely, and I realize in horror
It is of a friend, who's name is Demarcus


WOOOOOOOOOO MURDER ALREADY!!!! WOOOOOOO SOUPS CREEPY!!!
Chapter 3: Grieving


We all gather 'round, and I look at his body
His head was decapitated; intestines all around
His mother is Ella, and she is a wailing
"My son! My son! Who did this to you?"

We have no idea, so we just stared
At the body that once used to be Demarcus
I look all around to check for clues
Up on this tree? Into a bush?

There sadly is nothing, and we all just grieve
Arwen, the dad, pats Ella's back
"It's okay, Ella. You have plenty children."
"But you barley have any? Shouldn't you cry?

Arwen was defeated, and he started crying
All of Ella's kids were wailing even louder
Out of the corner of my eye, there lies a fae
His name's CoralReef, and he looks at me

He flies straight to me, and he starts to mutter
"I have an idea who could be the killer."
"If you'll say Scorn, I will believe you,
but could he be brutal to murder like this?"

"Of course he could do this! He is a killer!
He murders, he's brutal, what more could there be?"
I agree to him, and he busted a question
"Want to join me?" He asks and I nod


If there is a murder, in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? CRIME BUSTERS!
Chapter 3: Grieving


We all gather 'round, and I look at his body
His head was decapitated; intestines all around
His mother is Ella, and she is a wailing
"My son! My son! Who did this to you?"

We have no idea, so we just stared
At the body that once used to be Demarcus
I look all around to check for clues
Up on this tree? Into a bush?

There sadly is nothing, and we all just grieve
Arwen, the dad, pats Ella's back
"It's okay, Ella. You have plenty children."
"But you barley have any? Shouldn't you cry?

Arwen was defeated, and he started crying
All of Ella's kids were wailing even louder
Out of the corner of my eye, there lies a fae
His name's CoralReef, and he looks at me

He flies straight to me, and he starts to mutter
"I have an idea who could be the killer."
"If you'll say Scorn, I will believe you,
but could he be brutal to murder like this?"

"Of course he could do this! He is a killer!
He murders, he's brutal, what more could there be?"
I agree to him, and he busted a question
"Want to join me?" He asks and I nod


If there is a murder, in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? CRIME BUSTERS!