Limerick
There once was a tauren named Tor
Who didn't know what clothes were for
She said "ain't it grand?"
And was known through the land
As Ironsong's very own ... warrior.
Amato once loved Coranda
Then he decided he had ta
Leave Silver Hand
And go to a land
Where he could meet someone grander
Haiku
Phoronid's cookies
Do make Coranda smile bright
Bribes are so useful
Love is in the air
Goblin perfume and cologne
Too bad they don't work
Toranda's tabard
Is shorter than is standard
But she loves the look
First year Easter Dresss
[item]Kang the Decapitator[/item]
The best trade ever
(Tor also got 500 gold, in addition to the weapon. Happiest day of her life.)
Young Wakamito
Makes Tor's heart all aflutter
What will she do now?
A place in her chest
It refuses to stay still
Oh no, a real crush!
Cinquain
Love
passionate, wild
think of it
so strong, so sure
Valentine
Elegy
O Dispaya Dearest
All your love and power
Will never be forgotten
Though we are left bereft
You loved us as none ever did
Your song will not be lost
Your light will never fade
In these darkest of times
Oh love, oh my love,
without you my world is diminshed
One less star in an endless sky
Yet the whole dims for its loss
Oh beloved of Tribe
Singer of Souls
Beautiful in undeath as in life
Oh Caroline
I grieve for your loss.
Acrostic
In our Tribe we have
Roleplayers and raiders alike
Our play styles differ, but
Not our love
Sure, we have
Our differences, but
None of us should have to
Go.
Petrarchan Sonnet
O' Ironsong my love, home of my heart
to ye beloved Tribe I give my life
my soul, my care, in these our times of strife
to though I pledge to heal and play my part
as mother, guide, comforter; for thou art
the light that keeps me sane when struggle's rife
o thou my Tribe, o home, o fam'ly life
in thee I learned to ply my healing art
I live, I laugh, I heal, my Spirit grows
O Ironsong ye best of guilds, i say
in World of Warcraft I would not have stayed
the lands were not enough for me to play
This gift of love i can'st give thanks enough
but goodness this Petrarchan poetry's tough.