Ragnarok Online WordArt:  General Poetry

-The Cry of a Stupid Woman-

I've fallen in love with a cruel man,
He rules his guild with an iron hand.
In dungeons, he kill steals and mob trains,
And scoffs others highest level gains.
God-Poing! I should hate him; he's evil.
But somehow I love him still.
For of all Midgard, there is none more of love poor,
And I dream to discover something good in his core.



-Asassin's Plea for the Sohee-

I was weary and at red health,
I'd just disappeared and undergone stealth,
When an apparition approached me, as if I was seen,
I reached for my knife, to make it unclean,
But when a foot from my body,
She smiled and looked at me broadly,
Close up, I recognized her beautiful face,
And fell deeply into her grace.
I proposed to her, and took her into my care,
And suddenly, we became a pair.
We are marreid now, but living in fear,
Of the evil Knights that could be near,
Who'd slay her and our innocent children,
That is why we tend on the run.
Considerates, please don't fight the Sohee.
This mine and my wife's only plea.



-Goddess of the Mobs-

God-Poing was silent; no monsters had come,
We worried our levelling would be over and done.
But came a woman, feighning distress,
With 50 spores behind her, gathered in a mess.
Was she a goddess? God-Poing would know.
She graced our dry summer with a little inch of snow.
Our saintly lady, eyes shone so bright,
She carried and led us right out of our unlevelling plight.



-Wayward Woman's Wish-

I feel like a wandering lover,
My heart can't focus on one.
I should be smited and struck by Thor,
And burned alive in the sun.
For I've led on my lovers daily,
I've strung them like puppets,
I've lied, vowing each as my only,
And agreed to every proposal I'd get.
Cupid hit me with multiple arrows,
I wonder when they'll wear out.
Daily I look to the tomorrows,
To follow the pure woman's route.



-Weak and Strong-

Love comes at the worst of times...
A man fell in love with a lady level 99.
His love for her was sublime,
But every time they met, he would die.
He was too weak to be her guy.
So now they're friends; they've married others,
But secretly they long to be lovers.
Love is a pain, when strength does matter,
Now I must go; I have a small bladder.



-Words of an Arthur-

I am King Arthur. I gave away my Gwenevere,
So that a love between those I cared for would persevere.
I'll always love them, but daily I nearly cry,
It takes extra vitality to scrape by.
They are to be married; I was the first one invited,
I'll tremle to enter the church, but for them act delighted.



-Lovestruck Words-

My lady is Helen of Midgard,
Her eyes shine brightly toward the world.
My lady's words are passed on daily,
People pleasure at her charms gayly.
My lady's body was the best of God-Poing's molds,
Every day I see her, a new admirable thing unfolds.
My lady has my heart; she is set upon a pedestool,
If I ever hurt her, I'll be a Baphomet's fool.

-Knights are Weak-

Someone get a priestess for the knight,
For he has consciousness rid.
The knight has just recognized his blight,
Is playing with a kid.
Somehow he didn't know what Bapho dolls do,
When he gave one to that child,
He'll probably see when he comes to,
He lost an 80k item and get riled.
He was going to use counter and Baphomet slay,
Thus becoming the legend of Midgard's all,
But suddenly that juvenile distracted Bapho away,
And tamed it with the doll.
The knight you'd think was buff,
Got shocked like a lady, passed out cold,
So if you think Prontera fighters are tough,
Talk to any of the observers you can ahold.