A Cold Days Morning.

==Life Is Just The Begining.==
One good morning, the slimes were stringing.
But a person comes out of his house, with something a slinging.
It is a bow, all the slimes are weeping.
But it is no use, they die in the eye of the holder with his bow reaping.
The next day the man came to the underground, waking up all monsters sleeping.
So the monsters ganged up on him, all a creeping.
But he brought out his powerful gold weapon!
He was gonna teach them a lesson, in 2 sessions!
==Savaging a Monsters Soul.==
He picked up their lifes items, savaging their souls.
But little did he know, the monsters had met their tolls.
He returned home, feeling like a war he was in just ended.
But the monsters he killed in that war, they were offended.
They fought back in the dozens, all attacks a blazing.
But by the end, they were left dazing.
Ounce the day was done, he sat down and strung.
But before he knew it he was stung!
3 hours later he supposed, he woke up in a doze.
But when he got up he had froze!
For he was in a jungle, 7 times hs size!
But for now he was here, he wanted another prize.
To be continued in poem 2, "The Jungles Fury."
Category:Poems
Category:Necron896