Frosty-Poet

Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, scamper across the floor. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, running for the door. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, digging through the plants. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, climbing up your pants. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, hiding under the bed. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, sitting on my head. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, meeping all around. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, leaping off the ground. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, nestled in the corner. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, stealer, not a loaner. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, with energy to spare. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, play without a care. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, biting all your toes. Fuzzy fuzzy ferrets, they're your biggest foes. Fuzzy fuzzy ferret

At the end of life lies a strange path Wonderous glory? Or insufferable wrath? This path of shadow hides from the living. What lies at the end is your own believing. Described as the white light, none can be sure If a void awaits, or if that brilliant light is pure. However life's end presents itself Forget the memories lain upon the shelf Memories fade with the sands of time Ever flowing, continuing this rhyme Even this poem is but a memory Literature lost in the pages of history. The memories die as the ages change Leaving behind death, expanding doom's range. Ever spreading, killing all life. Sharp as the blade on the Grim R

"It ends here, Tashariel." Standing among the ruins of a once prosperous town, Rictolm glared at a disfigured beast destroying the last building. In a gutteral, slurred speech, the demon uttered, "I think not. In fact, it has only just begun." Rictolm, a young Pandaren of ninety, was not the most skilled fighter of his tribe, but all the men were off in another land fighting the Ratunga, a war that has lasted over five thousand years.  Unforunately, this monstrosity sent by the Great Lord of the Dark decided to take this opprotunity to attack the Pandaren village, also known as the Ninth Gate.  The Pandarens were entrusted at the beginning

I fear my mind's collapsing, Forever lost in the endless tide. Never ebbing, never flowing, I've lost sanity's guide. Chaos is my only friend, Logic ceases to exist. Common sense no longer to tend These broken thoughts I cannot resist. The lunar rays reflect in my eyes, No longer seeing what is truly there. Wonderful hallucinations, hued butterflies, Sentience obliterated without a care. The monster takes over with ferocious bloodlust, Stalking the countryside, unchecked and free. Interlopers run for cover, filling the air with dust, Tonight begins the murderous filigree. A snarling beast, no longer human, Sanity consumed by

Lost in the dark A fading spark Forever searching for a reason Time is gone The lifeless song Telling of endless season You awake on your back Your life's gone off track Cold sweat streaming in a flowing river Question the pace Of life's rat race You ponder these thoughts and shiver Is life the dream? A simple light beam? Or is what you experience simply the dream of another? You must find it now Before death's final bow Life's diversions shadow the truth from the Earth Mother You lay back down Listen to the silent town Cars pass by in a flash of light You close your eyes Trying to disguise That your life has been a con

Angels take flight on broken wings Ready to face what the future brings The demons of hell march to the gates Prepared to face their imminent fates The battle is joined, war cries ring out Light and dark forces scream and shout The sound of metal sings in the air Bursts of flame singe flesh and hair Many are lost in the oncoming tide Many are wounded, more have died Sent to limbo, trapped are their souls Lost inside the AEther's folds Claws and swords rend through bone Scrabbling to claim the creator's throne The battle rages for a whole decade Neither side tiring from the endless raid Only a handful continue to fight The bat

Swirling faces, laughing at me, Never noticing the pain they cause. Ever laughing, when will they see? This rage building will give them pause. Pushed and shoved down endless halls, The faces continue to shed their hate. Twisted figures on disfigured walls, Showing the despair the faces create. A room of mirrors shows fear and pain, Never hiding their terrified picture. The mirrors shatter in a bladed rain, The apocalypse, as told in scripture. The anger morphed to death and destruction, Leaving a desolate land in its wake. The pain creates a bloody eruption, Adding to the souls it shall take. In the end, the pain subsides, C

Looking down, Ever watchful. The eyes of heaven peer upon the world. Scan the town, Silently blissful, While the clouds dance in spires twirled. Endless black, Dotted with light, Cover the cosmos's violent enigma. Celestial attack, Burning flight, Cratering the world with a molten stigma. People die, A hellish pyre, The celestial gods have deemed them unworthy. Ending nigh, A smoking spire, The Earth energy fades and becomes filthy. A violent explosion, The end of days, The sentient realm is gone for eternity. A sudden implosion, The black hole phase, The cosmos will never have equilibrity.