And now for something completely diffrent. It may be out of character for me, but for some goddamn reason I can't help myself for rhyming a damn lot. Might as well put it to use and put together some Ace attorney poems. Since I like unrealistic scenaries (in other words, I can do anyhting meaning there's no end of ideas), I decided to have a theme of dreaming.

Critique, comment and enjoy.

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FPS fight, anyone?

It was four in the morning, Mr. Wright was still up playing COD 4,
His eyes were burning after watching 13 hours of blood and gore.

After his 6th headshot he fainted of fatigue on his keyboard,
And quickly began to dream about being the war’s overlord.

“On your feet soldier, we are leaving!” a man screamed in his ear,
Wright quickly got up, but he found out that he had lost his gear.

He didn’t have a rifle, no grenades, no flashbangs, not even a gun.
He couldn’t do anything but follow his command out into the lands burned by the sun.

They ran by several dead people, one was bleeding from his head.
Wright’s fellow men fired at the remaining alive, “Eat lead!”

“Why did you stop Wright, we need to leave!” someone screamed,
When suddenly a grenade killed them all, which was from from Edgeworth, who gleamed.

Wright was dead, no one was left. Edgeworth had killed all of his men.
He woke up screaming and sweating. “I’ll never play a FPS again.”

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Dr. Hotti with several women, it was like heaven.
But in reality it was a nightmare, they all turned into men.

When he woke up his face had a big glee,
“They were women only for a moment, but that’s good enough for me.”

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She never give's up, does she?

Maya and Nick looked in their eyes, filled with love,
Above them soared a single dove.

Their lips moved closer, they were about to kiss.
Pearl woke up; “Damnit, that’s the part I always miss.”

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Just felt like writing something grimm.

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Night covered the whole land, the forest was filled with darkness.
I was wandering lost in this darkness, “How did I get into this mess?”

The road was clear, yet I couldn’t go on.
It was like my will to get home was gone.

Everything around me was changing its shape,
The trees surrounded me, there was no escape.

The lake turned red, the moon lost its light.
Everything was wrong, nothing was right.

The rabbit killed the fox, the sea was higher than the mountain.
And all there was in the world became a sin.

Nothing was left but chaos when he came,
His mere sight told me that this was the end of my game.

Death came on the horse darker than the night,
The one who would destroy all the known light.

His scythe was bloody and hungering for souls,
Destroying people’s lives and their goals.

Behind his hood his eyes gleamed in sickly yellow,
His atmosphere were however clam and mellow.

He raised his rotten hand to point at me,
Despite seeing nothing, I could sense his glee.

I fell to my knees, “Please let me live.”
Death answered “What do you have to give?”

“I will give you my farm and my family, anything but my life.”
Death answered “That will suffice, now rise.”

“I will return for you though,
This only bought us time for us both.”

“When that day come Death I’ll accept it.
But for now, let my candle be re-lit.”

With a scary laugh and a chilling scream,
Death rode off and I woke up from that dream.

I woke up in the forest in the middle of the night,
But for now, everything was alright.

When I came back home Death had taken it all,
All that was left was a fire burning tall.

My wife, my children, everything had been taken.
And I felt as I had been forsaken.

The loss was like a burning spear through my chest,
And I thought “Did I do the best?”

I offered everything, but it seemed now that I had gained nothing.
I threw everything away, and now, I wanted the chorus of hell sing.

It finally broke, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I took his offer, and went through the final door.

As the burning flames of hell was licking him up,
Von Karma finally woke up.

He looked around at the dark prison cell,
And smiled ironically as he remembered, today he would actually go to hell.

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I like your poems!! Especially the grim one and the Maya/Nick one. ^^ Keep it up!