Hey all!I'm back with a new form of poetry,I call it the quaranlet, named after my strange username. Enjoy!Poetry,A grand,ageing tree,The growth of which eternal,Branches spread wide from trunk immortal;Flowers bloom bright, fruits turn ripe,Magic of mankind,Poetry.Poetry,A grand,ageing treeEyed by trivial mortals,Boundless admiration eternalFor verses racing along,Uninterrupted. -The Forgers of FantasyThe Quaranlet: 1.It is made …
The Forgers of Fantasy 