Don't Starve Poems

[Enchanter]

Wilson destroyed many spiders and their queens.

Finding a challenging opponent for he was very keen.

Wilson found his challenge one day.

Many a spiders he would slay.

But this was not true. Nay, nay, nay.

His challenger was one of the toughest.

It also fought, most likely the roughest.

Poor Wilson didn't stand a chance.

To survive, he had pranced.

He ran back home, afraid and alone.

Unable to give up, his blade he hones.

But it all hurt, down to his bones.

At long last, Wilson was prepared.

He was not a bit scared.

He equipped the hat of the Queen

It created quite a scene

Rumor had it that wearing the hat of the Queen would grant powers unforseen.

Spiders were fighting for Wilson, he thought it was a dream!

But Wilson stuck his head up too high.

Within one second, he had died.

Wilson had not hit his enemy at all.

All he could do was bawl.

But Wilson revived.

Again he would thrive.

Wilson learned a lesson that day.

Never again, with spiders, he would play.

Demons are unconquerable.

It is very understandable.

But death is inevitable.

[pokebirds]

good poem!

[w00tyd00d]

Dude I feel like drinking coffee and snapping my fingers lol. That was jive brotha (or sista, your profile doesn't specify and going off your name is "Enchanter") but you definitely put a lot of thought in to that and you surely desrve a

+1

Keep up the good work! I'm a musician myself, but I love and appreciate all forms of art!

[Enchanter]

good poem!

Thanks!

Dude I feel like drinking coffee and snapping my fingers lol. That was jive brotha (or sista, your profile doesn't specify and going off your name is "Enchanter") but you definitely put a lot of thought in to that and you surely desrve a

+1

Keep up the good work! I'm a musician myself, but I love and appreciate all forms of art!

Thank you!

I wrote this because after that "incident", I ragequitted Don't Starve for a bit and decided to type up a story for it

[Artem]

Brilliant ♥

[Enchanter]

He was filled with anger and hatred, Wilson was.

He knew the hat of queens had flaws, many flaws.

He asked the Gods to grant him a hat, a hat made with perfection. A hat that would help the cause.

The next morning, he felt he had protection on his head. He then realized, and gave the Gods an applause.

He marched back, back to the fields of gloom.

But this time, he did not feel a sense of doom.

When he saw his arch-nemisis once more,

He stared into its eyes, down to its core.

The hounds showed up, at the worst possible time.

Along with Red Hounds, the prime.

Wilson wore the hat on his head.

He ordered the spiders to attack the hounds.

Then, he heard such a horrible sound.

The hounds had attacked the Queens, and the queens were very dead.

Wilson and the queens' children were allied.

The Queens' lives were denied.

And to the queens, it sure was a surprise.

He returned home, filled with joy.

Home and Smallbird friends, Ahoy!

Spider dens act like locks.

The locks on Pandora's box.

Attacking one will unleash great destruction.

And only with the Gods' help, can you begin deconstruction.

Edited December 25, 2012 by Enchanter

[Toaster Fu]

I merged your threads here. If you want a different thread name just say so.

Oh and great poems!

[Enchanter]

I merged your threads here. If you want a different thread name just say so.

Oh and great poems!

Thank you! And, I don't mind the name