This is dedicated to a deer, and a person, who I never got to meet. She was known as Run, beloved by everyone in the forest, a former mate to Sluggs...

Who was killed in a car crash, her sister said...

I hope not to disappoint a single soul who remembers Run, and I hope I do not tarnish her in any way...I tried my very, very best to write a poem of her that I felt she deserved.

And Ephra...would you allow me to add your beautiful picture of the memorial to this poem?

Here is the poem...I hope you find it fitting...

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--- may you Run forever ---

[i]Running on forever in eternity
A kiss from the heavens
A raindrop from the cirrus
Whence the angels, blessèd, hover

And where she fell, the deer rose
To stare upon the rose that had bloomed
A doe, sweethearted, soon to become
The friend of everyone and everyone to be

Soaring over the rugged landscapes of the forest
Beside her friends, they ran
A symphony of hooves, of wingbeats,
Running beside an angel, they had wings

And so one day
She met a stag masked behind a skull
And her heart fluttered, she blushed
As pink as dawnlit nights and February's precious arrow

And so the stag, the King of Glitches
Sat beside his Queen,
An angel fallen down to Earth
The sweetest doe of all

A cry
Pierced the sky
A thousand trumpets blew, synchronized
To scream to the heavens, "Why?..."

For the fallen angel
Cursèd by a sudden fate
The fae who had blessèd all who had come to know her
Was called back to cirrus in the sky

And the sky of the forest grew dark,
And the hearts of the many deer fell to ground with broken wings
And tears streamed down the faces of the ones who truly loved her
And lowly did their heads hang down, in mourning of the sweet

And sent down from the heavens
Was a star of silvern brightness
Circling o'er a flora
In the depths of forest's midnight

And in the air, the stars flew 'round
And sang a somber sound along

Poetry Em Motion is a poetic history of The Endless Forest that I'm writing :3 It might help some people to learn about the older players, the old conflicts, etc.

I. The (imagined) Creation of the Forest
II. Walter
III. Twenty-One
IV. Sluggs
V. Run

If you find any errors in any of the poems, please notify me.

Also, I'm always looking for stories to turn into poems!!!

I hope I got his mates right...meep...

This is to the tune of 'A Bicycle Built For Two'...

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on a Sluggsycle built for two

Glitch stag, glitch stag,
Switching a file or two
We'll go crazy
Running all over you
Over and under water
A wingless, flying wonder
You run and sleep
You smile and creep
In this glitch world
Designed by you

Sluggsy, Sluggsy,
Tell me it isn't so
That you've run 'way
Leaving but an echo
Your fun and your games, we cherish
We hate to see you perish
We won't forget
That spooky set
That you've cast upon one and all

Who was Sluggs' most recent mate?

I need to know so that I can complete my poem ;-; I think I know, but I don't want to be wrong...

...no one saw me a little bit ago, did they?

I mean...maybe 30 minutes ago, long after my encounter with 21 and Kumiko?

Just making sure.

<<;

>>;

Because Anzel was very, very confused at that time, and was hoping that the pictograms wouldn't spread, and they did. Just a few.

I'd think I'd be visible right now, because I can see alot of deer, including 21...

Kinda depressed, so...don't mind my sad bowing.

It'd be my luck if I'm invisible...meh.

The deer (who isn't on the community site), Estang, looks beautiful whilst sleeping, even if they'll never see that.

If so...

Could you help me?

I am writing poems about the history of TEF. These poems will be about events, players, and other things in the history of the game. So far, I've written 'how the forest was created' (using imagination), '21', and 'Walter' poems...with the help of Verdalas and Ephra.

But, I need -your- help.

Have you been here for any events? Like...the drama about mating, the life and passing of Run, different pelts, different events, drama involving a few players, etc.?

If so...

Could you tell me in detail about these deer, these dramas...anything?

If so...please post here with any information you can provide...it would be very helpful ^^;

Alright...here's my try at a poem about Ephra's deer, Twenty-One...

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--- Twenty-One reasons to fly ---

Before the fawn
Before the mate
The stags ran high and low
For when the male
Nipped hoof and tail
There was no prize to show

And then one day
There came a fae
A doe, of softest pelt
No need for quarrel
Amongst the laurel
Of anger, she never felt

She drove them mad;
Though she was glad,
She was not welcome here
For stags, confused
Were not amused
That a doe had come so near

But still, she nuzzled,
Sweet and kind
And befriended some of the others
And when the fawns
Felt lost, alone,
She stood high as the Mother

And slowly did
The males give way
To let her be, for now
For others stepped
Into the sun
As does, so calm and proud

Her gentle ways
Her kindest heart
Let stags before her know
That there were
Twenty-One good reasons
For to be a doe

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Rhyming =/= My best attribute.

I tried, heh. You can probably tell where I struggled for words :3

I've loaded you multiple times in the forest...like now. Sitting by a cute little tree I've never seen before.

Anyways, on another note...

I always giggle when I see nameless fawns Because then, I -know- the deer is real.

Oh look. Random nameless stag running towards the river.

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If I walk towards him/her, they will stop running and look at me, then when I get even closer, they'll look the way I look.

XD; So predictable.

Okay...I don't know too much about Walter, but I'll try and write this based upon what Twenty-One told me and what I already knew of Walter. This will not include his retirement, for I have a special plan for that poem :3

Is there anything about him that I missed? I don't know for sure...I wasn't around during his time.

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--- aggression hath Walter'd in ---

Hooves clacked peaceful in their places
Never scenting harmful faces
Polite always, forever caring
Kind and sweet and never daring

Leaves are rustling, hear them quick
Look behind you...NOT, a trick
And muds hide now your new-cast pelt,
"That Walter fawn...he's such a weldt!"

He grows up quick from flinging mud
With not but wildness in his blood
And flaming hooves, so queer and gay*
The fawn turns stag, a fateful day

They knew his name, they knew his scent
They ran away from where he went
And little fawns in dappled coats
Followed him, and took mental notes

He rose up high, was known down low
He tormented and snickered so
For it was all but fun and game
For the bullying stag, Walter, by name

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* referring to the old definitions of the terms...queer being strange, gay being happy. Since he was strange to the peaceful deer of the forest, being quite the bully himself, and gay because...well, didn't he enjoy it?

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Hehe, I used a more predictable rhyme scheme this time.

I hope Walter approves...

If anyone sees any faults in the history, please tell me :3 And yes, I know it is incomplete.