[Ashy]

Hey everybody,


I know everyone’s super stoked for this year’s yearlies! Our artists have been busier than ever drawing and pixelling until their hands fall off. So once their hands are reattached and we can continue with our progress (or Coda creates code monkeys that can do all our jobs for us that become self aware and kill us in order to steal all of our identities in a plot to take over the world *deep breath*). Until then, we have prepared an awesome poetic riddle that hints towards what our yearlies are. I hope everybody is having a safe (and code monkey) free holidays and those that aren’t on holidays yet are enjoying their time at work/school.



Looking forward to everyone’s guessing,

Trisphee Staff

Walk through the beaded veil,

Open your mind or all will fail.

The pictures tell more than you know,

Perspective flipping changes the show.



In solitude the dunce resides,

The recluse knows not the pain it hides.

Halt. Do not seek this pair,

They do not believe their exclusion fair.



Divine Judgement comes from above,

The Monarch interprets the father’s love.

For the one condemned to the noose,

Only luck can set the sinner loose.



The virtuous maiden of holy light,

Clashes with evil throughout the night.

Only when the battle is won,

The reaper comes to claim those done.



Slowly round the old wheel turns,

Those who play will never learn.

Only those with restraint of heart,

Can cast away ugly temptations.



Casting aside grudges of old,

The sea and the wisdom create wonders far renown.

Combining horse and cart was a sight to see,

Worthy of the show it was to be.



But now we must end our awesome tale,

The sharp will notice something quite stale.

For you see some have joined in harmony,

So only nine are left out from our little ceremony.



The nine you seek will affect your past,

Until only the future will last.

For fifty runes I may loose my prize,

So you may gaze upon them with your own eyes.



So while you sleep remember this,

The time is nearing so off to bed.

For perhaps when you next log on,

Users will have their yearlies on.

[Demonskid]

DK says its all about her and ashy >o

[Ashy]

what's all about us?

[Demonskid]

The yearlies OwO duh! what else is the poem about D:

[Ashy]

the non rhyming is clearly dk >.>

[Demonskid]

*points to my poetry* I can rhyme thank you! >o

[Espy]

Enjoying school? What is this? >.> -goes to read the poem...thing-

[Demonskid]

DK can do poetry
can you not see
it only takes time
for her to make a rhyme

[Ashy]

i can do poetry too D:<

there once was a man from nantucket...
*censored*

[Demonskid]

poor poor ashy
her cloths are flashy
go go team buffalo wings
ashy is awesome when she sings

;D

[Reyoki]

*spazzes out* TAROT!!! I'm sensing a Tarot theme! *bounces around energetically* This makes me so happy!

[Espy]

...There're a couple in there that I'll probably really really love.

[Obbiesan]

Clearly these are all about me cause im so awesome XP

[Coda]

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter named Nan
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nan took it.

A poem is more than just rhyme.
You need to keep rhythm and time.
If you're matching the end,
It's just halfway, my friend.
To mess up the beat is a crime.

[Ashy]

is noone seeing the 7th paragraph?

sorry im just very proud of our poem *single tear*

[Suzerain of Sheol]

*psst* Poems don't have paragraphs, they have stanzas.

/pedant

*runs away*

...or verses. :p