Naught but a husk of which he was, the great lord waits, a broken pause. Undead did come, To cleanse this scum, And save this world from blighted jaws.
You're very welcome. I had fun writing them. Your work is just inspirational i guess, haha. I liked the idea of a sad subject but using a lymmeric format. I think it has an ironic taste.
At the end of the battle, the 2 heroes grieve for the loss of a good friend....Till he gets up, brushes himself off and cries out: "Praise the SUN!" The heroes join him and give a sun-bro/sis group hug. The End. XD
the great lord waits, a broken pause.
Undead did come,
To cleanse this scum,
And save this world from blighted jaws.
Beautiful ;_;