Dark creatures bred from trees
living to serve the queen of evil
Goblins approach the fields fearless
with skin like rubber, eyes like insects
liquid molasses dripping from their mouths
ears like elves, except longer with more dirt
skin like soil, dark brown or black
facing the good to die with honor of the breed
jet black hair drips from human blood, swaying
they fight for immortality & the power to rule
feet sore like raisins, breached into two
some buff with muscles, some small, but ready to attack.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Goblins by Tattboyspet.
700 points, ended July 25, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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thank you - really descriptive - well done!

