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Richard
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I think that's a matette actually
Btw, what is a seamstress? I noticed it but never gave much thought to
the meaning. I always thought it was a woman who sewed things come to
think of it =/
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Lloyd DeVirr
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Sorry, matette then.
A seamstress is, apparently, a woman who enjoys herself with men for money, if you catch my meaning *wink wink* *cough*
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Lloyd DeVirr
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Strange. I wrote who re, and it said noble seamstress. Strange indeed.
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Richard
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noble seamstress
Heh, I wrote that too and it changed it to noble seamstress.
Well anyway I know now that you meant w.hore
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Lloyd DeVirr
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Hello again
I've take the liberty to write a poem, intended to be that of a man
infectet with the Vampire's Disiease, inflictet by one of the Volkihar,
writing a poem to his mother, as his last goodbye, before he succumbs
to the everlasting darkness.
Poem of a Volkihar
My heart, it aches for the
Blesseth Dawn
But the venemous kiss she gave me
Has Cursed me
No more shall the sun
kiss my skin
And no more shall the mortal
Love me as you did
For all of eternity, my Lady
I shall wander
as a Moon child, despised by the Living
and feared by the Dead
I feel the end draws nearer
As the Volkihar
Becons me down to the bottom
Of the frozen pools
Mother, dear bringer
of my life
I feel cold and dead
And I hunger
[The last verse is written with a clearly shaken hand]
Flee, flee this world
Dear one
And join me and my kin
On the bottom
of the pool.
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Richard
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Cool, I think THAT is much better technically than the first one 
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cruxvader
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Alasdair
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Originally posted by cruxvader
cheeeeezy |
Around here, we like to give constructive criticism when we don't like things. If you think you could improve it, please tell us how.
I personally like it, it sounds fitting for an old hermit living in a
cave slowly drifting into madness. I'll try to get it ingame along with
your other poems once I have enough free-time (I don't have much right
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Mormacil
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ou're aware taht you just made Skyrims 15000th post? 
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Originally posted by Mormacil
ou're aware taht you just made Skyrims 15000th post?
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And you just had to post and ruin the moment didn't ya?! 
15000th post eh? Break out the mead then, it's party time!
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cruxvader
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Alright then, constructively, Cannibals are very rarely
'self-proclaimed' Don't believe me? Go eat a human being and try
posting on the forums, or talking to anyone for that manner.
Just sounds like he's a bogey man, not a cannibal...
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Lloyd DeVirr
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It was also my intention, for it to be written on a wall, or held by a
dead hermit living in a cave, or perhaps one living near the sewers in
a big city, I imagine that would make you nuts...
I also realise it's quite cheesy, I more wrote than actually thought about anything i've ever learned about poetry.
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Lloyd DeVirr
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Hello agin, chaps
When listening to a song heavily influenced with fear and terror, I
thought of this and the Camoran Usurper, so I tried to make a poem
about it. (As seen from one of the people in the book The Refugees,
which is aobut the Camoran Usurper, or someone of equal situation)
No hope
No life
Only Pain and Dread
I see it in their Tears
Hear it in their Cries
The Fear of the Night
No food
No drink
Only Dust and Death
There is no way out
Nor an end to this
The Madness of the Usurper
No way
No end
Only Pain and Dread
The Children cry in fear
Their Mothers weep for their men
Their men die for their Children
Fear and Sorrow
Death and Terror
No salvation
Is this the end
For us this Eve
Or just the beginning
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