Nathrangking

You tell me.

At the lowest level of the sea an ancient evil lay in wait, it eyes turn to dust its enemies. The storms churn at its command and it destroys any who dare enter its realm. Be they man or beast their fate is the same. In his presence, there is no courage only primal fear, but he knows no fear for so great is his power. At last his foe approaches from the east, he rises destroying all until he towers above the icy waves. His dark power flies towards his adversary but it barely affects his eternal foe, His enemy strikes him with beams of light and for the first time in his long existence he cowers and fades away forevermore.

Ah, but appearances can be deceiving.

Failure is not an option.

Huzzah I win!

Win I do.

Fair. This is where I am most skilled. Sand Game An impenetrable night descends as the desert rises from its resting place. Mountains tremble as a giant awakens from his slumber. His form of dust, mud, and earth is thrown down by a lance of lightning as it attempts to stand. On the horizon a burst of green flies across the undulating ground. Trees rise and fall as violent winds fly forth from their cage. Life takes hold of the barren red lands for only a moment before it is ripped away by the angry giant. It rises to one knee before a wave of silvery arrows drops him where he kneels. Ancient magics rend reality and reveal the roots upon which creation thrives as Isis calls out the name of the sun and drowns the sphere of the three faced deity in primordial light. Flames of pearl plummet from the heavens and burn away the darkness. The emerald invaders are obliterated by a ship wreathed in white hot fire that blinds the all - seeing prince of the lyre. Two armies wage war amidst the divine war. Innumerable khopeshes strike comparable legions of gladii which creates a deafening din. The sun is blotted out by waves of spears thrown by the limitless breath of the lords of the winds. Nut bleeds while Juno cackles in victory for the very first time. Up above the field of battle waves of light tear the skies asunder. The avenger’s razor sickle lashes out at his foe with seemingly infantile strength. An armored juggernaut whose presence crushes the wills of all those who carry implements of war swats the blade away contemptuously as a parent threatened by their child wielding a twig. Blow after blow rattles the cosmos as Mars and Horus do battle. Finally, heaven and earth go silent. The blood of the pharaoh’s inundates the earth and brings vitality to the lands of Set. Mars stands tall and the kin of Horus fade as they vanish into the endless void.

Another part of it is also the constriction and narrowness of haiku.

Funnily enough Haiku is not my preferred medium.

Excursion An emerald spread. Perfume saturates the air. Pine forest kingdom.

Thank you!! Land of Tales Cool pool glows brightly. Fractured glass makes colored beams. Behold dreams set free.

Palace of Youth Two young dripping branches, Throw scents born of crushed needles. Pillars of perfume.

Waterfront Turquoise walls rise. Sapphire battlements fall down. What a beach room view.

Some days are far worse than others.

My poetry is still going strong.

Victory could still be mine!!!!!!!!

Cultivation's Perpendicularity.

No. I ended up divulging the answer.

Win this I shall!!!!!!

Hoid Sex- Male Age- 10000+ Height: Adjustable Passions: Wit, Ending Rayse, Ending Rayse, Ramen Noodles. Special Notes: Must be willing to live on the move!

Troop.

Winningest.

I am he who wins also known as Postwinner the powerful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But it is not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nest.