Clyde -> RE: PoaNA: Combined (6/29/2008 17:58:18)
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1. Clyde E. 2. mistermafio 3. Crimzon5 4. Eukara 5. cerebus 6. Alixander Fey 7. Versilaryan ~Spirit of Frostvale~ 1. Feel that chill in the air? Well it's that time of the year, When everyone begins to care, And everyone goes into cheer. Grab your coats and your gloves, And go off into the snow, Wrap each gift with some love, And all that Frostvale spirit you know. 2. Giving to the ones you love knowing the act of giving alone is good enough eating cookies with your friends after the snowball battle ends sitting together with a drink nice and hot giving the poor whatever you need not telling each other that one spooky tale that is the spirit of our Frostvale 3. Making snow angels on the ground Throwing snowballs at each other Then giving life to a man of snow These days just can't get any better 4. Lights on the house and on the tree Glass ornaments shiny and bright Sweet whispers that travel from you to me On these most wonderful nights. 5. Its cold outside, but warm in there Come in from the wind, when the day is done The night are is frigid, the fireplace hot Drinking hot chocolate, we are having fun 1. Let my warmth be yours, This holiday season, Just joy, no rewards Is that a good enough reason? 6. There are enemies out, it's true FrostScythe, Xan, and that yeti guy too. But their hate is nothing like our love For Frostvale is truly a gift from above. Lay aside your race, let us all be one; Dwarves and elves, under the cold sun. We are friends today, though not tomorrow But that does not make our love shallow. FrostVale is a time where all races are one, United by love, its as if we've all won. So embrace the joy of the season For this celebration of love needs no reason. 7. Snow, sleet, freezing rain, The ground is slick with ice. People slip, people fall People shiver in the cold. The blinding snow, The bitter chill The coldness that penetrates your being. Clouds cover the sun. The all-seeing eye dares not look Upon the carnage, the death, The suffering. Armies march on past Leaving death and destruction in their wakes. Legions, hordes of monsters Throng past To kill To maim To mutilate To stain the snow with blood. But the clouds part And a ray of hope shines down. Snow, white, fluffy, snow The ground is blanketed in purity. People skate gracefully on the ice Watching, as heroes fight onwards. Blood is spilled, but in the end The fire that drives us all forward Overcomes the bitter chill. The ice will melt, Spring will come But until that time comes Let us not forget Why, in this wasteland that reeks of death That there is life in the desert. Let us not forget why miracles occur.
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