Nothing was the usual in that bar
Ordering a drink never meant that was what you got
Rarely did it matter since everyone was there for the ambiance
Magical unicorns walking around seemed to be enough
Norm (an acrostic poem)
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Complete (an acrostic poem)
Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth
Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn
Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers
Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other
Letting their division give her the room to find her own way
Everything was going well. The darkness was beaten back.
The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious
Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them
Wart (an acrostic conversation)
“What’s that at the end of your nose?”
“Ah, that’s a wee bit of nothin’.”
“Really now? I think you might be one of them thar witches.”
“That’s so stereotypical, you bigot. Keep that up and I’ll turn you into a newt!”
Grit (an acrostic poem)
Given she was down at least a pint and a half of blood
Really, she should be passed out on the ground
Instead, she looked the creature in the eye and growled
That’s what finally broke the monster and it fled into the darkness
Cusp (an acrostic poem)
Coming to the end meant that it was time for a new beginning
Until now, he had never thought about what that next would be
Since it seemed impossible that they had a chance to survive this nightmare
Pushing that aside he took out the Ring and was about to throw it in, but he had second thoughts…
Kite (an acrostic poem)
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Know how to fly, little one?
It involves string, cloth, structure, and magic
The first three are needed to make the object
Eventually the last is provided by the young ones watching it soar
Post (an acrostic poem)
Putting a stake down to claim what’s yours
Ordinarily would mark the property line sufficiently
Since this property line was between life and death
That necessitates adding the heart of the vampire
Moon (an acrostic poem)
Making out under the silvery light
Oblivious to the changes I start to feel
Only she isn’t oblivious and starts to scream
Nobody said the dating life of a werewolf was easy
Angels (an acrostic poem)
After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.
No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.
Getting them would mean she hade made it
Everything came down to that moment in her life
Looking at the program she smiled and settled back
So many more chances as the handbells started their next song
Elf (an acrostic poem)
Everyone thinks just because you have pointy ears, you’re magical
Let me tell you, we are only qualified for two things
Fighting orcs or wrapping presents, and I hate goddamn bows!
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