Procyon Prowling: alliterative verse
Something different: this is not metrical nor rhyming verse. it is in the form of anglo-saxon alliterative verse, the most famous example of which is beowulf.
Pink Skin
Nearly the size of a commoners house there were many fine things in his walls, swords that would easily set someone up with enough money that they never need work nor worry.
Inappropriate Feelings
As we are not siblings in blood, nor in relation, nor in legality. we're nothing alike, not in personality, nor appearance, we're not even the same species...we are simply siblings through our bond, which is so much stronger. i'm honored...truly i am.
Good Times, Now Gone?
nor later that night when she went to bed an hour early. nor when she huddled on her side of the bed that night and purposely made no body contact with him. it was driving her mad. why didn't he talk to her?
Dysfunctia
It's not right, nor left nor in heaven's divine holy plan. must i stay here, a man? i have done all i can! is there some other plan?! insecurity... inevitability... superiority. priorities.
Ghost
Ugly he is not normal nor odd he is merely there swinging back and forth staring into the distance behind you at nothing in particular unaware of your quiet scrutiny.
the herobrine dragon
"you are neither death, nor satan, nor god. but it's clear how to beat you now. god gave me his full power. and only if i were to return it after. god **has** stepped into this domain."
[Episode I] "Rose & Fell" [Chapter II] "Spilt Blood"
Though neither ironhoof nor rosehoof were coherently nor cohesively aware of this, their passion flared in their kiss, side-brush, tail-nuzzle and beyond brought their own forms their first taste of a much deeper existence than the physical.
A Constellation of Black on Black
They don't teach you repentance, nor sacrifice."
Defeat is not Surrender
Defeat is not surrender, nor is darkness light. though pain may overwhelm us it cannot stop our bright. defeat is not surrender, nor is the battle lost. defeat is not surrender, though we have paid great cost.
The Maelstrom
How simpler were the days, without worry nor scurry. coin meant so little, your brain and mettle to settle. how simpler were the days, without curry nor scurvy. rain did belittle, your grain and kettle to spittle.
Olympia Prologue
People knew not war, nor sorrow, nor even true loss. on this planet, this planet called furia, there was only the furs and nature, a people and planet that lived as one.