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To set a good example I have enterd a poem, that's
about all I can do in the art directory. Well, I could make a good
looking grendel through genetics :)
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Hatching A beige egg starts to crack
On the rhythm
of the slap
Of it’s father nearby.
Still shy,
The creature within
Waits for the reply
Of it’s mother nearby.
The big grendel grumbles:
"Graaah nug grndl!"
The baby persists
Pushing through with it’s fists.
It blinks it’s eyes
And shouts plaintive cries
For it’s hand to come
A new grendel is born |
This little poem was made especially
for the contest, I wrote it on my way home from school. Since babies
always make everybody smile I thought I’d use this to my advantage.
Nah, I had to write something and I was feeling all tingly and warm,
full of spring-feelings.
You know I had to look up plaintive and rhythm
(darn spelling).
Trix :) |
Everyone knows the Norns and their
great glory,
But what about Grendels? This is their story.
A long time ago, before the Norns
Grendels explored around prickles and thorns.
They were happily raised,
And often praised,
They lived in peace, it was utopia.
Then one shee said, "I've got an idea!
We'll make something cute and furry
That doesn't kill stuff in a hurry!"
That's where Norns came in.
It wasn't so bad.
But Grendels were exiled
That's pretty wild.
Norns sat around looking cute.
Grendels beat around threatening brutes.
Grendels attacked to protect their young,
Norns. Well, they didn't.
People took in many young useless norns
They give them waaaaaaaaaaaay too much attention
And all Grendels do to them is build up tension.
So those cruel people kill them all.
And feel no regret as the poor things fall.
Norns live on in worlds worldwide,
While Grendels fight to even survive.
Next time you see a Grendel,
Instead of chasing it up a tree.
SEND IT TO ME! |
This very nice poem
was send in by GrendelGirl88. She is really talented, and
loves grendels! That's the way we like people!!
you can visit
Grendel Caverns by following the
link. Her fan Fiction is very good.
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