Ode to Killer: The Emperor
The emperor--ode to killer huxley a work of arcana by behemel fatereaver he sits under an archway overlooking the landscape of his kingdom beyond.
Ode to Killer: The Emperor
The emperor--ode to killer huxley a work of arcana by behemel fatereaver he sits under an archway overlooking the landscape of his kingdom beyond.
Ode to Pollution
ode to pollution earth days come and earth days go but this is the one that we'll all know in an age where green is considered kind another has something else in mind recycling cans for a tenth of penny?
An Ode to Canada
There is a country I call home, One that sits on the Earth's frozen dome. It's Canada, land of snow and ice, But one I wouldn't give it up for any price. It's a land where I'm free to think, do and be who I want, Although, I prefer not to...
Ode to the dragon
# Though thy teeth be sharp, and thy claws great, waste not thy strength on me, for thy beauty doth pierce mine heart worse than any wound. Do not waste thy breath upon me, for I burn already a passion far greater than I can bear. Oh dragon,...
Ode to The Game
Dr. Dan sidestepped the punch. He grabbed the mugger's arm and pulled him forward. Kicking out the wolf's legs as he swung past him. He let go, and the wolf slid into the alley's trashcan. Dr. Dan placed his paw on his tool-belt and dared the...
The Phox
I believe that you will find this ode about a frolicking young fox cub to be a "golden" example of poetry arranged in an interesting manner that some of the more astute yiffstar visitors might be able to comprehend.
2 Voice
Imagining what it's like to fall you thought that you'd be wrought full and full of holes and glue you hoped that you'd just rot here a caricature you hues and hues and hues end the days you rue the sky is bleeding bloody blues nature's ode
Zootopia movie script: Point 223 Act 7 last part
(ode to sputnik) scene: oden plenty is flying! he flies high enough to re-enter with a flaming ass. he rolls around just before impact and crashes through the roof of the zootopia prison where he lands face first into a pile of manure.
Past me, the Present: Jump!
Unwinding confluences, culling manifolds - the voidsong no longer an ode to joy, but a eulogy.
A final thought
This story is written from the perspective of her in her last days. an ode to her and her strange ways she showed her love but also her own sovernty within our house.
To The Shrike
The butcher-bird is perched, like sentinel of stone - Unmovable and steady as the mountain - Upright upon a branch, protruding there alone, Standing guard against the fountain Streaming down across his lethal gaze. The butcher-bird a flash now...