The poem Lord Shaxx as asked for.
Crucible
I am a circle used for mashing and a stick that does the mashing,
I am the paste maker and a liquefier,
I am a bold rock that houses violence
I am a crucible. A tool of destruction and creation.
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Wha? Man that’s not poetry, it NEEDS to rhyme! The bestest poetry rhymes.... Ehem! Crucible- Shaxx tells me I’m a veteran He says I’m rather good So I tried to impress him Or at least I thought I would But alas first round I was frozen And the second a shotgun to face I could tell it was getting serious I had to pick up the pace The hunter indeed was closing There were only seconds until... I whipped out my backup plan And charged my erentil I fired once, I fired twice The crafty hunter dodged alive And when I tried to put him down He smashed me with shatterdive Shaxx shook his head upset and said I know this is in the past But the game before you took first And now you are dead last!