A bit poetry

[Pandor_Archer]

I backpedal day and night,
That because i have no might...

[Sari]

I backpedal day and night,
That because i have no might...

Best poetry NA EU

[Dooz]

backpeddling is your right
there's a thing called fight or flight

[Johammeth]

There once was a downblocker from Paris
A weapon 'cross his knees he did cherish,
For when a spear using bloke
Tried to give him a poke,
the fool only walk'd away quite embarrassed.

[BlackWhite]

There once was a downblocker from Paris
A weapon 'cross his knees he did cherish,
For when a spear using bloke
Tried to give him a poke,
the fool only walk'd away quite embarrassed.

Not too shabby. 

[Tojo]

The two-hand spam,
still at last.
Reload crossbow.


Haiku for RP n stuff

[Osakasa]

An enemy of mine, slices my thigh
I might die, so i'm holding my s key tight
beSt key through times

I decide, I shall survive!
Holding my S, Glaive will do the rest
Hitting his chest, now watching his death

I gain my peace for a while
until an arrow hits my eye

[Lizard_man]

Defeated! Such a crushing blow...
You must convert thy enemies, wololo!

Am I doing it?

[Angantyr]

Mod is ded
that is a fact brah
it got shot in the head
by a my old friendcher

[[ptx]]

The flag flaps in the breeze,
A server most empty.

Arbalest has been repaired for 1,315 gold.

[Kafein]

Not by ranged
Not by teamkill
Not by ganking
Finally I meet someone
Giving me a fight
And I die with
A smile on my face

[Jack1]

Once there was a boy who loved his blundts
If you know what I mean, you cunts.

[Brrrak]

Yea, on the winds it blows,
a troubling scent from Western shores.

The recoloring of textures both far and wide,
set many in Great America apart, by a grand divide.

Blown 'cross the waves by mighty winds,
it troubles, surely, our European friends.

So still this divide does grow,
with nary an end that one may know.

This is but sure, and true, said lastly:
in recoloring textures, there is neither might -- nor majesty.

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Fuck that rhyming shit, I should have done this in a cadence.

[Smithy]

Yea, on the winds it blows,
a troubling scent from Western shores.

The recoloring of textures both far and wide,
set many in Great America apart, by a grand divide.

Blown 'cross the waves by mighty winds,
it troubles, surely, our European friends.

So still this divide does grow,
with nary an end that one may know.

This is but sure, and true, said lastly:
in recoloring textures, there is neither might -- nor majesty.

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Fuck that rhyming shit, I should have done this in a cadence.

Well done. 

[Dooz]

The flag flaps in the breeze,
A server most empty.

Arbalest has been repaired for 1,315 gold.

this is truly legit
so much so that it can not quit