Thursday, October 8, 2009

My Sonnet to Monpoc

Ode to Xaxor

What rush of wing and sulfurous smell,
Or patter of feet outflank to stalk
Combined unleashing infernal hell,
Tis Destructomite and Explodohawk.

The planet eater shoots and scores,
The building, his tempest can not survive,
Sweat is oozing from my pores,
Will my monster last, and stay alive?

He chomps, he devours, he satiates his desire,
Many shinobis died under his feet,
In his wake is left the burning desire,
To avenge those who've fallen in the streets.

But today is not his day,
Zor Magna has driven him away.

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