Fezzik's Rhyming Thread

[Mordred]

Hoping to avoid the goo, still death I do so feign

No luck as the dripping slime, renders all a mess

[Xandria]

Motion breaks the glassy surface, mystery of Loch Ness

To the boat no time to waste, 'tis a monster I am after

[Mordred]

Taunts his victims, so I heard, with blood curdlin' laughter

Others speak about the beak.. His sound just like a duck

[Xandria]

Stepping closer to observe, mired in the muck

Take my hand be not afraid, together we shall see

[Mordred]

Caution tossed into the wind, his hand he gives to she

A tiny zap from palm to palm, the scene shifts right to left

[Xandria]

Drowning in sensation, their reality bereft

Stepping through a dreamlike world, alive with vibrant color

[Mordred]

The air seems touched by many suns, or winds that once were solar

Spectral shades of every sort, just like the Northern Lights

[Xandria]

Rolling dunes with gusting sand, exotic desert nights

A melodious chorus drifting higher, haunting serenade

[Mordred]

Heaving seas crash onto cliffs, the scent of lemonade

A pair of creatures fill large tanks, hoping to make a buck

[Xandria]

Sickly sweet and bitter sour, merchants out of luck

Giant kegs filled with foam, I think I like this better

[Mordred]

Labels peel from these large vats, covered in some large letter

Sipping from a ladel found.. "Wow, that's not half bad"

[Xandria]

A stolen taste provides much pleasure, how about another lad?

Deep in their cups many hours later, the world begins to spin

[Mordred]

Feeling woozy he jumps then falls.. "Did you take my win?"

Eying her with suspicion before laughing in a fit

[Xandria]

Smirking triumph with a gleam in her eye, "Of course I did, but you should sit."

Time to steal it back I think, won't you have another drink?

[Mordred]

Standing upon a large green rock, "Excellent.. yes.. I think"

Sanity whispers, "Wake up you fool.. don't be such a lush"

[Xandria]

A bit of borrowed magic, success is such a rush

Laughing merry mirth divine, "Here, how about another wine?"

[Mordred]

A blur as if Tasmanian, he jumps onto a vine

"You adorable little devil, why not swing from tree to tree?"

[Xandria]

Whirling like a dervish, she follows one, two, three

"You are quite the charming creature, how about a race?"

[Mordred]

Driven by her impish grin.. "My win, you shall embrace!"

A loud pop split the air, from an imaginary gun

[Xandria]

Twinkling with laughter, she sprints to a run

“Nay good sir ‘tis I who’ll win, and your forfeit I shall covet!”

[Mordred]

"Such a fiesty fire inside, and I have to say I quite love it!"

Speeding so near, a light tap on her rear.. before he sprints out of sight

[Xandria]

 “Oh!” she shouts at his playful slap, but giggling continues her flight

Gathering skirts she grins closing the gap, “You will have to do better than that!”

[Mordred]

Quickly sipping his java he jumps over lava, nearly finding a tree with a splat

Sparkling water brings their run to a halt, a refreshing slow moving creek

[Xandria]

Cheerful amused she claps her hands, his nose she gives a tweak

A jumping fish of rainbow colour, warns of mischievous fairy

[Mordred]

A creature lurked, grumbling of precious, rather short and hairy

In a pocket of the winged one sat a bottle of tartar sauce