Issues with your account? Bug us in the chatroom at

Non-B5: Its a poem

there is no better place I could think to put this. I wrote it when I read about Argones nephew, and I felt that putting it in that place was, wel, bad form, so here it is....

And in my hand I held him,
He was so small,
How is it that he could be gone?

And in some stark place,
Of rock, and sand,
Sits a man.

In my eyes I see a demon,
A killer without morals,
Without campasion for the young.

In a stark place sits a man,
And I weep for him,
For he is lost.

::shrug:: Tell me what you think

D&D: You know your a geek when you convert your entire flat from nice ordinary people to D&D lovin' nerds Go there, go now.
Sign In or Register to comment.