Beweard an hawke
To smyte and quarter
The prowde and boolde

Bot for the hunt
And actes of warre
'Twould bynde thee

Hym shall betide
Wath so hit be tide
Cantel hawke dynte thee

Abyde it, bunthe it
Deen to fle
Gode spede

It wothe thee

'The Moon is broken. It's not in the sky"

The Moon rarely shines in a mid-afternoon sky.

"The Moon is broken. It's not in the sky"

Was this a silly thing for her to say, with the Sun up high?

The Moon was never broken. It was always in the sky.

Something else was broken. Oft times, it made her cry.

Something lost, so precious and dear that it shined bright in her sky.

Something lost, so vital and bright that she revolved around it as a satellite.

Something lost, so much a part of her that it kept her warm at night.

When she declared the Moon to be broken, and observed that it was not in the sky

She was right. Her Moon is lost, and she dearly misses it in her sky.

"The Moon is broken. It's not in the sky"

Does she see what we see when nodding off watching the stars at night?

Or does she watch a broken Moon, fading as it falls at night?

This is about someone i have known throughout this game that cant be on often but when she is shes as sweet as can be

When you see her shes bright as sunshine
When you miss her it brings a tear to your eye
When you speak to her your day gets two times better
She may have a temper,doesnt bother me,
But when she speaks shes as sweet as can be
She used to be on 2 times or 4,
She cant be on which makes me sad,
But when i see her She makes me glad


This poem may be corny but its from the heart this is a player called Christie_Anna