Cloaked_Shadow

this is a poem by me :) The War our defenses were crushed, out of skin our blood gushed, the war was a horrible thing. the clan we fought, was strong but naught, an extremely easy foe. our swords broken, our bows asunder, what could have caused this terrible blunder? our purple capes were dyed red, by the blood we had shed, our allies had then run and fled. discretion was our only chance, I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know how it happened. we sent a spy, for information, their minds and swords were unsharpened. they tried to fight, we were too strong, their armor breaking, a metallic song, it felt so good, to have done wrong. the battlefield reddened, by the blood, the battlefield washed away, by a magic flood, we have won! we have won! to all our fellows we say: we have won! the last fight for the day. The Suicide i walk carefree through this town, my foot falls make, no sound, people hide, at my quiet stride, the rules of this place, i do not abide. why people hate me, i do not know, long ago, i vanquished a powerful foe, now, i say, my life must end. i cannot continue, this horrible trend, to hell, my life, god will send, my black armor, glistens in the sun, to watch this, my foes said, this will be fun, standing on an icy hill, i do stride, underneath this dark, is a soft deer hide. it must end, i say under breath, awaiting this disastrous death, my sword is hung, on my belt, but, for my dagger i felt. it plunged down, down, deeper, the hill looked, now, much steeper. i say , under a terrible frown, goodbye, enemies, fearful town, with wide eyes, they watch, all my foes, then and there, my life sadly slows.

There once was a girl from Antarctica who loved to explore the discount store in the penguin's backyard for some new socks and shoes but she had no money on her so she decided it would make sense to rob the bank. After thinking about it she decided to get some mischief powder to instead make the people eat food and not to watch the bank. The Haunted bank was built by a old man who glanced very quickly at the wris[bleep]ch he wore on his head... The bank was going to be styled, architecturally, like the Leaning Tower which fell onto a river of hot, boiling fudge. Well, she decided to cross the boiling river, she noticed something. It was a strange man standing in the boiling with a knife to smear some jelly on andrew grower. For some reason he liked it. He then ate my cousin, and I had to beat up Andrew. Then killed paul. However, my pants caught fire and boom went the toilet I then saw cheese flying through my bedroom window with someone riding a pink tricycle with training wheels and a large object floating in his pocket. Then a crusty wrench was dropped from the Twin Towers, which don't exist any more. Then a hot girl grabbed the wrench and she said "I will eat this like bacon". So she ate some cheese instead. Much to the dislike of her one-armed father who ate children. Thus her father hopped in his batmobile and drove into a wall of demon pigs that had green, rotten, smelly breathes. But suddenly from the top of the father's head, a three word, three nippled monkey said, "I will poke my nipples with a chopstick". The monkey jumped out onto the skateboard of his hairy toe. Suddenly, the chainsaw in the devious pub, started magically and began with its tremendous roar to scare the villagers. The antarctic girl went to the pub to save the moldy cheese that was kept in a lockbox then she realized she was bisexual and she yelled "I want clinton!" She gasped as the toxic fumes tried to choke the smelly monkey, herself and her pet decided to die right there

the smelly monkey

my story, hop u like it.

Prologue Shadow has fallen over this medieval land of magic and knight-ship. An ancient prophecy tells of how a man with knowledge of light magic shall save us from this evilÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæthe Mage Of Light has been corrupted by an evil he himself created. A living shadow that grows with peopleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s saddened hearts. So the Mage, influenced by the shadow he himself created with magical arts, made a great mine, just to mine plain rocks, so the shadow can feed ravenously on the minersÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ black hearts, and grow in size as well as power. The shadow has come to a point where it can shift from different types of matter, gas, solid, and liquid. With excess mass it can create weapons. ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ stabs into your heart and absorbs, I mean eats, you deepest miseries. Our heroes are found in this mine, digging for stone, not knowing what the use of it may be. Until one day, they discovered what had been the cause for their enlistment and the great stone mine. This is a journal one of them wrote, about the great Shadow. 1:Shadows On The Walls My name is Mohammad Kabir, best friend is Sasha Manohar. We live in this vast mine of stone, its rough halls gray and depressing. A heavy gray dust is always in the air, almost choking the miners here to death. I have no idea what our king, the Mage Of Light was using it for. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅYou two!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ