Do you have the instinct to make a killer poem about our favorite fighting game?
If so, show us your chops.
And if not, give it a shot!
#LET THE POETRY BEGIN!
Do you have the instinct to make a killer poem about our favorite fighting game?
If so, show us your chops.
And if not, give it a shot!
#LET THE POETRY BEGIN!
Half and half, never quite whole;
Torn asunder, what of his soul?
Down comes the mace;
good God! Look at that face!
A meteor, big and all round,
comes to smash you into the ground.
With a cloven horn,
his anger reborn.
Lightning!
So frightening!
Fire!
So dire!
A single kick of a hoof,
and you’re gone with a poof.
Eyedol, My Idol By Galactic Geek
A Haiku, by Riptor.
Riptor is best girl.
ARIA rubbed my belly.
I like belly rubs.
I’ve got one for Spinal…
Lost in another land,
Where souls only moan,
Spinal was once a man,
But now befriends Davy Jones.
A loud thud
Banged on my door
I answered
It was Fulgore
Another loud thud
Banged on my door
But this time I knew
It could not be Fulgore
I answered
It was Kilgore