Ode to Larry

[Gnasch]

Oh bones that move with ethereal grace.
Shadows shimmer and flow.
No patch of fur, no jewels no lace.
Eyes that eerily glow.

Does fear command or cower.
Under your malevolent gaze.
Quietly seething with power.
Since ancient forgotten days.

Supreme among the forces.
Of evil that prowl the lands.
Who cares that your scared of horses.
And spiders that land on your hand.

DonÂ?t mind the occasional tree.
That impedes your combat charge.
And that your target you fail to see.
Though they usually are quite large.

They are all only jealous and tart.
Of your prowess and demeanor quite scary.
You know in your blackened heart.
Everyone wants to be Larry.

[Buffe]

LOL,

I love it. This was very well done. I really enjoyed the visions this brought to mind.

keep thm coming.
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