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Post by Adrian on Apr 4, 2007 15:02:31 GMT -5
It should be a cinch to figure out who this is about. Edited from original version. I become less angelic With each relic This visual poetry Written by shattered Symmetry Laws of physics break With each form I take As I Transmogrify
The first gift makes me swifter The infamous shape-shifter Nails grow to claws Hands turn to paws Charging through castle walls Answering when my fury calls As I Transmogrify
The next gift shrouds my identity To become this enigmatic entity No reason to fear harm As air replaces my arm Try to slit my wrist You'll only hit mist As I Transmogrify
The final gift gives me flight Gliding silent in the night Projecting outward fire Sonata hymns of the midnight choir Just like a Belmont's whip lash Undead will fear my wing smash As I Transmogrify
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Post by Alucard on May 15, 2007 12:10:11 GMT -5
Brav can't wait for more
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