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A poem for Freeze Blade, the Hound Knight that made me a Master
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A poem for Freeze Blade, the Hound Knight that made me a Master
By Celious on Monday, August 7, 2000 - 11:38 am :
~Victory Cry~ Icy blade, shield of frost, Battles won, battles lost. Times of joy, times of sorrow, We will be champions on the 'morrow. Durahan's body, and to make it whole, Add to it a Tiger's soul. Skill and power to overcome, Liked by many, shunned by some. Training hard, without much rest, Everyday, to be the best. To improve your tactics, learn new skills, And every month, a nutritious pill. Frozen blade slashing the sky, Inner strength to get you by. Parry with shield ice-blue, And with a final slash, make your mark true. Dodge and thrust, jump and turn, Make them feel the frozen burn. With a final attack, raise you blade to the sky, And give out your victory cry. After all the toil and sweat, You have become the very best. But there is just one more task, To get into the Hall, this will be your last. A White Sueso stands in your way, With your winning streak, you're sure he'll pay. Quickly approach, and with a combo of the blade, You have achieved you goal of eternal fame. But alas, your armor is old, And to live on, face the eternal cold. But your work was not in vain, Another one will arrive to carry your name. As the gasses to freeze surround your frame, Raise your sword to the sky, And give one last victory cry
By torey_luvullo on Tuesday, August 8, 2000 - 05:49 am :
all hail freeze blade! all hail celious! i remember doing this for him before, but you both deserve a second helping.
By Celious on Tuesday, August 8, 2000 - 06:54 pm :
^_^
By CHB on Wednesday, August 16, 2000 - 08:15 pm :
Hmmm....this is pretty good. It is a bit slow in the pick up, but then it really gets good at the end. One last battle cry....kinda makes you quiver a bit. The feeling of....sorrowful pride....