My poem for the poem contest...
Who is he who lives for gain,
Who dies for none,
Who fights for pain?
Rare shall he be seen by men
for there is only one
Strong is he who kills for fun,
Amid the void, the rapid run
For when all is lost,
and death is near,
where are those who fought in tears?
In loss and in pain,
Among the rain,
There stands he who fought for gain
In glory and valor,
The final prowler
The one for whom the thunder tolls...
Tall he stands, and pride he holds
In the brutal hots, and the harshest colds
Basking in a victory all his own,
Across the battlefield for which he's known...
With fiery eyes he stands in light
Eager for the final fight!
When all is death, and none is life
Where is he who stood for strife?!
The sound of death is finally rung
The eerie call of death's return,
Who is he who stands?!
"Ridley, Ridley, Ridley!" sounds
and nevermore shall pain be felt...
Aren't I just the most kicka$$ person ever?