But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard,
Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed
When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King
Muttering and murmuring at his ear, "Quick, quick!
I fear it is too late, and I shall die."
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Itachi needs to be spanked >D ))
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Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walk'd
Larger than human on the frozen hills.
He heard the deep behind him, and a cry
Before. His own thought drove him like a goad.
Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves
And barren chasms, and all to left and right
The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based
His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang
Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels--
And on a sudden, lo! the level lake,
And the long glories of the winter moon."
You like Tennyson?
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
What rights are those that dare not resist for them? '
Yes indeed. I am passing fond of not a few poets and madmen.
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That or, as I'm told, 'bad poetry'.
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There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose dong was...
No no, not that one...
In Gotham a lady named Carol
Was arrested for wearing a barrel.
She'd not drawn the joker
While playing strip poker
And lost all her other apparel.
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A bit trite. Come, now, you are far too intelligent for that to be your best shot, little Wild Card?
You reek of madness, and murder...Another of mine?
((OOC: LAAALAAA tags fixed >.9 ))
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Trite?
I'll show you trite...
So says the god-thing, petty crimson child
"Trite white flight kite!" to my lovely lim'rick
So impolite! Insults so daft and mild.
Though perhaps for your ego cathartic!
Looking back in your entries so thorough
If I am trite, why, it is nothing to
Your repetition! Had I a churro
I would wind up tight and hurl it at you!
Vengeance and sin seem to be your main themes
I can only glean you write of yourself
Do you write of your guilt? That's how it seems
Just take all your sins! Put them on the shelf.
I leave now these few wise words of a thief:
And so phone the car; now hither to beef!
I'd like to thank the Academy.
Who's yours?
[ooc: It's not perfect, but... Well there's a churro. I had to. :)]
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Oh, I like you.
How terrible, I have offended you in wishing to incite your best efforts.
Still and all, you are terribly creative with insults.
Are you interested in something specific from me, Wild Card, or are you simply excersing your satirical training?
There is nothing left in you but madness and death. The question is; how much power you reallywant, and if your mind isn't fractured enough to know how to find it?
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Honestly I thought you would last somewhat longer.
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CoLlEcT My AvAtAr'S HeLm...AnD A ViaL oF YoUr MaStEr'S BlOoD.
ThIs iS mY pRicE.
RanGiKu, On tHe oThEr HanD, WiLl ReQuIrE A PuBlIc ApOloGy. If I Am pLeAsEd At WhAt YoU AcCoMplIsH WiTh aLl oF thEsE tErMs...ThEn YoU wIlL hAvE YoUr 'CuRe'.
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{Private}
I know her mind has been tampered with.
I will see to it that this will not continue.
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I am meeting with her today.
The mind is a complex construct, so I can not say if it will be possible to set her to rights quickly, but rest assured; I am not amused, and will see her back under our respective care forthwith.
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