Poetry Thread

Just wanna point all you Dota poetry lovers to this...

http://dev.dota2.com/showthread.php?t=24462

....HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ OMG LIFE IS SO MUCH BETTER NOW

11 pages of awesomeness.

check this out.
http://www.reddit.com/r/DotA2/comments/1xyi4v/hark_mine_name_is_brooklyn_kurtz/

NECRO'D

Not exactly a poem, more of a song really:

Ol' McMeepo had some farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O
And in his lane there was a Pudge
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O
A poof poof here, and a poof poof there
here a poof, there a poof
everywhere a poof poof
Ol' McMeepo had some farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O

Ol' McMeepo had some farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O
And in the trees there was BH
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O
A net net here, and a net net there
here a net, there a net
everywhere a net net
Ol' McMeepo had some farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O

Ol' McMeepo had some farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O
And just enough for Aghanim's
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O
A poof poof here, and a net net there
here a poof, there a net
everywhere a poof net
Ol' McMeepo stomped the game
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-O



:D

Their cloven hooves shatter the ground,
The fight was won, they'd bet their pound,
He could always hope that love was found,
But everything changed when she was downed.

He stopped as he found his foolish blunder
the warrior crouched down, screaming thunder
The stealth assassin, the fatal knife
had found his victim, through tears and strife.

The enchantress fell with a resounding thud
her neck wound slowly dripping blood

The job was done, the assassin turned
he would see the radiant burned.

The centaur yelled, fuelled by rage
would drag that goat, into a cage

The axe fell, the chop rang out,
the head fallen after the bout.

The warrior fell, and began to weep,
for his wife fell, to endless sleep.

I'm usually pretty good at stuff like this.



To soar so high, to fall so low -
Till the skies scorch brands on wings.
Six and sixty times tolled the bell
Fall shrieking to the cold earth below.

The Fallen One now strides in the dark,
Figure of bereavement and wrath.
All that remains in his wake is the ash
Of a million incorruptible hearts.

Betwixt the Seven Hells of the world
He walks with cataclysm in wake.
And with every soul consumed on his blade,
He laughs with a madness that burns.

For the bell tolls as he makes each step,
Tolling the doom of us all.