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Dumped and left behind
in a stupid little game.
Concocted in your head
as a chance for lover’s fame.
She comes with a message,
a warning she shall send.
A victim on the loose,
a friend out for revenge.
Gripped by the shoulders,
shirt tearing at the seams.
Leaning in closer,
she whispers and she screams.
“She’ll haunt your nightmares
in a manner most hostile.
And God help your soul
on the day she goes postal.”
in a stupid little game.
Concocted in your head
as a chance for lover’s fame.
She comes with a message,
a warning she shall send.
A victim on the loose,
a friend out for revenge.
Gripped by the shoulders,
shirt tearing at the seams.
Leaning in closer,
she whispers and she screams.
“She’ll haunt your nightmares
in a manner most hostile.
And God help your soul
on the day she goes postal.”
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Title: Reflections
Author: SeventhRain
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters/pairing: Zevran
Disclaimer: The character of Zevran Arainai is property of Bioware.
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Gear 1195, aka Janet, made her way into the library to start her day. Mordhaus was strange without Charles there. At least this time around he was still alive. She still sent her reports to him. But it was not the same.
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This was written shortly after I was dumped. My friend was super pissed once we figured out the truth (it's a bunch of complicated shit)
Well, of course, both of us were pissed, but she threatened to go postal
I hope you guys love this
Poem (c) Me-
© 2013 - 2024 WRITERandPOET
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I actually do quite like this poem, though I believe that I took it a bit too seriously at first. Is this a mildly humorous poem, or am I merely not terrified enough of your friend? 