CLOK BBS

This isn't necessarily IC, Lacie probably wouldn't write haiku, but I don't know where else to put it.

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Bruce, Betty, Brandon
Each one named, personified
But still not human

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Unfamiliar ache
New feelings come with one word
Melodramatic

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Arrows like cold rain
the only cure, wash away
Bring winter with them

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Reward offered for
A chest of unknown treasures
To rip all apart

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A battle of wills
Rod raised in triumph to find
Tenth Collinsfish caught

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It's fun, give it a shot and post your own!

Crude carved pine toy horse
Thoughtful Sister's gen'rous gift
A way to go home
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A hat unadorned
Feather of roc or turkey
Not floofy enough
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The smell of apples
People speaking patiently
This is not that place
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A light from within
Guiding, illuminating
May it ne'er flicker
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Gatehouse, in a heap
Emberberries to assist
See, Jaster is drunk
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Hooded cloak of blue
Unmarked, no sign, so symbol
Yet its worth is great
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Dead wood that yet lives
Where we must go, deliv'rance
Light, doth this place stink

A bubbling fountain
Shining piles of riln within
My favorite place

The town of Shadgard
Home of a thousand troubles
Why'd I leave Karnath?

An infested nest
Destroy to help save the west
Better hold your breath

Opportunity
Money and fame to be made
But too much effort

Alone in the dark
Memories torture my mind
Make them go away

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An old broken toy
Cobwebs and dust, loved no more
We were discarded

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My purpose and steel
Mettle and metal from fire
Revenge is my flame

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No tears yet I cry
No scream yet I writhe in pain
No breath yet I am

Stranger, my door is open if you need me my son.
*cough* oh yes back to haiku
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Church bells, morning prayer
The children won't let me pray
A smile on my face

Bright stained glass windows
The choir sings hymns of the light
My soul fills with peace

Shadgard my new home
So many souls to save here
I help where I can

Bless the orphanage
The little ones shout and play
The light in their eyes

I hold hate for none
The darkest place can have life
Tis never too late