Albion chapter 1
"warrior poet?" rutger asked. "i dabble in verse," trajan said. "i'm not very good." "horseshit," zevros slurred, leaning forward. "you're a genius, you are." "now, now, my friend, let's not get carried away."
Tiamatus and Snowpearl: Ties of Love
"you are a true poet, tiamatus silverwing, whether you realize it or not. and it's wonderful to know that you are my poet. but your right, i have been crying. i have been crying for some time now.
The Blood Which Binds
In a mucky inlet of the life-giving erbad river, the sun beating on his sore-riddled scales, nawaz the poet limped from the bank. this had been his every morning for the two years since his affliction began.
Chapter 7: Sip that Poison
The poet did something that he doesn't know but he doesn't need to care, what the poet did is his own method and that is not something the purifier has the right to complain.
Someone to Watch Over Me
"you remember the poet from last night?" i craned my head back to look at john and acknowledged that i did. "she's still here. behind that support pillar... you can just see her bag."
A Night's Work
Yes, i know it doesn't always rhyme, but i'm not a poet and this is just straight out of my head and onto the screen.
the Duet
I don't really consider myself a poet, but i'm taking a class that studies poetry next semester, so i figured i'd give it a whirl. that, and the idea got stuck in my head and i kinda liked it.
One Morning
My little poet. i set the pad down and lift the top sheet up and off. that's a keeper. there's a knock on the door. i run up, excited, but right before i throw it open, i hear an unfamiliar male voice on the other side. "room service."
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it i have met, still nowhere near the sunset of my days, (and if this be the sunset of my days, i pray the sunset last for decades yet) with that rare breed of love that poets would have you believe is something only glimpsed but
10 - Holiday Denouement
You see, we met queen elizabeef and her poet laureate, william drakespeare. and we were to set up an appointment to get together with the poet." professor druff laughed quite loudly. "is that what's got you so out of sorts?
Albion chapter 5
The warrior poet." elenna's smile returned, amused and beautiful. "we know your fellow wolves call you that - the warrior poet. we've read some of your verse, by the way." "you couldn't have," trajan shook his head.
The Dog Hole: Chapter 1 -- Everyone's Got To Eat
"not exactly poets," she murmured to herself, but not quite quietly enough. "on the contrary," a voice spoke up from behind, "there is some meaning to it." she turned to find a malamute only a few spaces down from where she had sat.