huh... no1 posts in here.... I guess ill be the first. Well here is the first out of many of my poems
As I travel through the gates of Hell
I bid my family all a farewell.
Many great stories I shall tell
of slaying the demons hiding in Hell.
This time I know I may not return,
I might be trapped forever or my soul might burn,
but the slaying of demons is what I yearn.
Many have tried, now its my turn.
My blades slash and my blades heck.
I snap a neck then break a back.
these demons come but still I attack.
Then all of a sudden I hear a grate crack!
It was Satan himself, what a great show!
As he appeared he let out a great bellow.
His demons appeared in greens, reds, and yellow.
All I had left was my bow and an arrow.
I shouted this, "Satan shall die!"
ad with that let my arrow fly.
It flew at him and passed through his eye,
that is when I saw the devil cry.
Now you know the story I tell,
of how I fought the demons in Hell.
The story is over now so go ring the bell.
The bell that summons the creatures hiding Hell.
No1 is gunna read this I bet... oh well