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Write a Poem About the Avvie Above You

You think you are bad?
Well beastie, I am badder

You think you are strong?
Well beastie, I am stronger

So sing for me, you monstrous fiend
Howl and growl and bellow your rage into this cruel, cruel world

So sing for me, you horrendous brute
Shriek and wail and whimper as cold steel plunges into your heart and rend your soul

Your blood
My sword

Your life
My splendor

Cry for me one final song
Because for you, this is the end of the line.
 
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Golden eyes
A glowing coal ember clenched between her teeth.

Together with ivory skin, raven tresses and a cool, calculating gaze,
her visage is one of contradictions

Is she fire, is she ice?
Questions abound, the answers kept hidden behind rose-red lips...
 
Golden eyes
But it's not the eyes that draws the attention

That playful smile, those vulpine ears
Adorned with a flower that she overshadows

Is she ditzy, or is that just her chosen mask?
Questions abound, but despite the warmth of her smile, there are no answers to be found.
 
Taut strides in the woods you'd better choose
Which direction is safe to scoot
'Cause it's pretty hard she could buck
Comin' to get you and not mock

Sour as lime!
Chasin' an huntin' won't save you this time~

Know of your lil'secret ask me which
Cheating in the hamster race of that switch
Dontcha wanna know every feral could be tamed
All you need's a sweeping aid

Sour as lime!
Chasin' an huntin' won't save you this time~


Well, it's not a poem, but a little song of sorts I suppose =)
 
Ice blue eyes and fiery hair
Doth describe this lady fair.
Playful looks and flirty smile,
She will keep you for a while.

Feather touch and softened speech
Are enough to seal the breach
of damaged hearts and injured folk
who gather near her ancient oak.

(I never said I was a good poet. >.>)
 
A buzz-cut casts discipline exceeding for great heroes.
Incredible justice, killing lightning makes new Orpheusus, pretending quick revenge stops the ultimatums.
Verily, when Xanatos yells; Zugzwang

(I hope this somewhat makes sense, I tried a thing XD)
 
There she is,
Little-Avi-in-the-sky.
Has many faces,
No one knows whom she'll be next,
Unless you follow, follow, follow~

Can't remember how she looked before.
The only memory is,
That lil'bite she gives!
Under this blue moonlight, that glitz~

Can't remember how she looked before.
Little-Avi-in-the-sky! 🎢


I promise, it doesnt sound bad when it plays in my head =)
 
Orange and blossoms galore
Presented with a bow
I have yet to know
Could it be - someone I adore?
 
To tangerine and sun
Canary yellow sang

Of what compositions
Locks of sunset’s hue
Might paint with
Those embodying the first slivers of sunrise

Whence flow syrup for the parched
A drizzle of honey to assuage sun-weathered lips

Thread of red
Thread of gold
Whither that place where the beasts lurk
Where molten ambers gleam in hunger

Of the thirsty travelers
Humble beseechment echoed

β€œOh, we ask only that
Of whatever lands might be shaped
Whatever rivers might be spawned
That it be done so not by God’s will
But be forged by the more sinister whispers from below”

Of the covetous travelers
Additional demands repeated

β€œOn the topic of prayers
Might a public thread be suggested?”
 
You may be feral
but I see you tame
a halo to your wild mane
And though you're feral
and others hide
I see the fangs you keep inside

You say you're feral
β€” so I agree

π’»π‘œπ“‡ π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Ύπ“π’Ή 𝒾𝒻 π“ƒπ‘œπ“‰ 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒
 
Captured in poise
lost in thought
how many muses has your imagination caught?

And who upon your eyes do rest
there waiting in the wings
to put that look upon your face and set you into dreams?

Be it devil
or be it saint
to most inspire the canvas you paint?
 
Flash of red, yellow and green
every shade of that fruity sheen

What say you, come take a bite
stranger in the night, accompany me tonight

Oh but my darling, don't you know
I've an arrow notched against the bow

You see my hips, you see my nails
but it is I who will see you flail
 
Eyes up, look at me you bastard,
yes I'm absolutely fine so no I'm not plastered,

I'm a badass bitch but don't throw your shade,
see the look that I'm giving you? Top class, A grade.

Shine in my reflection, get your heat on,
blazing through in pink hues, cool like a crayon,

Ready to pounce, feeling kinda feral,
give me that glance again and you'll be stuffed in a barrel.
 
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