October 12, 2013

Assassin's Gloom: A Pirate101 Poem

Rising from the roses cast
A fragrant mist
The swords discarded. 
And as for those who dare still last
A pin to the palms
The poison strikes. 

But what is of the little one
The agile 
The brave?
Braced beneath the growing vines
The holder of the rose?

A swashbuckler cunning
Little but true
The blood-red spores 
That she had conjured grew. 
And as your Halloween wishes come true
You may catch a whiff
Of her assassin's gloom.

Keep Traveling
Part I of the Hallowen 2013 Series

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