An Ode to snips -- Dameena's Beloved.
Mine heart doth go pitter-pat whenst thou shoots thy mighty gun;
Oh wouldst thee shoot thine enemies once more;
This Grand runaround with thee is most fun;
And whenst the two of us art alone there is nothing I couldst asketh further for;
The subtlest shape of thy weapon, the spike to thy hair;
The admiration for thy level, the hope that thou hast grown;
'Tis the hope I have for thee, thy strength for which I care;
That just to watcheth thee in action leaveths me to stand idle and prone;
Oh! Let me seeth thy light! Let our fen hearts ringeth forsooth!
For truly sayeth I that when we fight as one 'tis better than chocolate!
Which the eating thereof doth cause a widening in me; 'tis truth!
But 'tis better for mine curves to taste of thy strength, for like pomegranate
Thy strength is low in that which is bad
And there is quite an abundance there to be had!
A Shakespearian Sonnet written for Snips the level 68 SharpShooter from Quill, lover of Dameena the level 37 Sage.