Holy F*ck this is scary!

This time its an epic poem!

The Assassin

There the assassin crouched,
Fingering the knife in his pouch,
Waiting, waiting for the man to go by,
Staring out of the bushes ever so sly,
The slowly the man walked ahead,
The assassin flung himself out and the man fled,
But alas he was too slow and the assassin caught the man,
The tried to fight back using his pen,
The battle lasted long as the man was quite strong,
Yet after a while the assassin won and gashed his torso ever so long,
He bled quite profusly,
His muscles spread loosly,
The assassin took his prize,
The Book of Arkania The Wize,
The man would not survive the wound,
He will die very, very soon,
The assassin jumped onto a builing,
He began singing,
The man let out a final cry,
And the assassin got away ever so sly.

By Me,
Nick Allen

Well here is the second one ^_^
Its a Sonnet Poem This Time.

Ohh how I love a rainy day.
Play FFR all the time.
Try and hit a high score is what I say.
Have almost no social life outside FFR but thats fine.
Try and get AAA x One Hundred.
Rock is my specialty.
I make noobs dread.
FFR is like a special ability.
Standard songs seem weak.
Grown men cry in my wake.
I love to play it so.
Some tell me to stop for pete's sake.
I never will though.
I Love That Thrill so.

NickAllen :)

Well in English were having to write poems. So I'm choosing to write them all about FFR (lol i'm lifeless) I'll post a new one every day!

Ode To FFR
By Nick

Taught me motor skills.
Shows me rhythm thrills.
How I spend time without a sigh.
Colorful arrows flashing by.
Combos and multi button presses.
Songs and high scores are obsessive
Makes any day a ton of fun.
Meet new people and tell them a pun.
Talk to people aboy what we like is a joy.
Allover great and not just a toy.