"The Actions of the night before,
caused the mountains to mists out pour,
and these lavender mists of mourn,
did seem pretty til the dawn sojourned,
to those lavender misty mountains of mourn.

Then when the sun did crawl,
to those gloomy mountains of mist and more,
the lavender mists that seemed so pretty before,
turned blood red on the mountain wall,
and twas a glory of a gory sight to uphold.

Those grand misty mountains of the red dawn.

Down upon them the sky did look,
with beams of bright white,
and those mountains the sky forsook,
for their peaks of red did out shine the light.
The light of the sky's great grandeur.

Knowing of their power tall and proud the mountains did grow,
for the grand light they would try to over throw,
but little did they know.
closer and closer the mountains did grow,
to that light they planned to over throw,
but disappeared did there mists and snow,
leaving dull black crags of woe.

and now what used to be the red misty mountains of mourn,
live in a dark land of no light or snow,
no mists and all woe,
those arrogant black mounts of woe."
- Xanhast,
Friday,
December 11, 2009, 4:02 PM

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I was bored with nothing better to do... so heres some crappy poetry! (imitates you) "Oooh Yay! Poetry!"

lol