You are Not the One

[Blindstar97]

“You are Not the One”

I love the scent of roses on the moor,
I despise the sound of your wretched snore,
I yearn for the caress of a Gryphon’s feather
Not your gold and silver and greasy leather.

I do not wish for your sweaty hand,
I reminds me of decayed ham
I nearly wretch at your face
That’s why I now carry Ye Olde Mace.

I am passionate for the Rosa Dove
Not your greedy, stinky love.
Ugh, you are gross to even think about
I simply shudder and shout!

No, I do not wish to have you
In arms, bed, or pew!
You are old and lame
You put the Decessus to shame!

Ew, do you not understand?!
No, don’t touch me you knucklehead!

Your breath smells of rot!
Dragons’ wings become shot,
Just at the sight of your mug!
I’d sweep you under a rug!

I love many things
From the cuddles to the stings!
But there’s one thing I hate
And that’d be you, mate!


*snaps z and storms off*

[MidnightStars]

OOOOHHHHHHHHH SNAP SHE WENT THERE

dude though nice poem I like the selection of creatures