Tayls

Proudly on display, not to be caged

Noble stoat navigating. A pioneer of his time

Computer, show me a stoat on an asymptote

Another poem for Tytalor Goldenblade. <Self-Proclaimed Prodigy> Some day he'll notice me. Under his robe, muscled and lean, Self-absorbed, but never mean. (1/5)

Far above the average, he's super. His visage holds us in stupor. Fans stare in fascination, eyes glazed, Like dragon's breath, dazed. His heat radiating uncontainable, Hunger for magic, insatiable. (2/5)

Arcane explodes all the prey, Teleports through the fray, Not a hair nor thread out of place. Rapidly, the uncouth he will erase. Enemies of Silvermoon are blown apart. None have the wit to outsmart. His skills granted by study and trial, Sophisticated cognition and style. (3/5)

Your paltry dreams—irrelevant, Against his invoking, so eloquent, Hypnotizing, be lulled into bliss. An Arcane Blast that simply cannot miss. His spellbook—a damage paradigm. Master of the fabric of time, Weaving from the future and past, A flurry of magic so vast. (4/5)

Enhanced by saltwater potion, Force like fighting the ocean. Might none may oppose. Cuter than Xal'atath's toes. If seduction is their game, Goldenblade puts them all to shame. Azeroth is captivating. Verily, with Tytalor radiating. (5/5)

A poem for Tytalor Goldenblade. He defends with grace, and of enemies, leaves no trace. A lustrous barrier Around the carrier of name Goldenblade. (1/5)

Tytalor made A barrier magic, prismatic to guard against the tragic. From any taunt or curse befell, He quickly weaves a dispel. Blinks the stun, then starts to run. Empowered by a well of Sun. To the arcane he stays addicted, (2/5)

His critical casts are unrestricted. Icy floes, an unthawed river, He makes the Burning Legion shiver. Their numbers matter not. A defiance pot, And an arcane torrent For the destruction they sought. A dodge, a parry, an icy block, Or simply away he'll calmly walk. (3/5)

Even off a jagged cliff, He's back in the fray within a jiff A slow fall down to steady ground, Where his haste can be found. On his feet and never defeat, A master who has no need to cheat. For a loss is only experience gained, A lesson learned, character trained. (4/5)

Knowledge held and power immense, Back on offense, the damage—intense. Meter topping, robe dropping, Eye-popping, encounter stopping, All schools of magic alloyed, To best the darkness of the void. So fine and handsome in his grace, A smile lights up his noble face. (5/5)

New poem: taylorspoems.substack.com/p/waves The "Unmoved Mover" is Aristotle’s concept for the fundamental cause of all motion and change in the universe. Words are not able to capture the true magnificence of God, but we can make attempts.

A poem for Tytalor Golden Blade I am his #1 Fan. To dispute this, produce a poem like it. He unravels the world as a scroll. A single glance exerts absolute control. (1/5)

Observes with care, a gleaming stare, Sets fire to the air, a blazing glare. He winnows the wheat from chaff With a bold and mocking laugh, Blasts them away like fodder. Even take care of your dodder. (2/5)

Cuscuta I mean, He restores the garden to green. Once you're the quarry, your kin will be mourning. Spare the grieving and leave him the glory. Waste no breath on hollow defiance. To his will, yield total compliance. (3/5)

He protects the field from Defias, Like Desmodium silverleaf, From witchweed, he provides relief. Cosmic and regal, mage royal, Above all else, loyal Only to his own desires, Rooting out and igniting liars His spellbook an infinite tome, Thought to be small, like a gnome, (4/5)

Until the Giant Elixir Grows him bigger than the picture. With zeal he wields his Goldenblade. Emotion steeled, an endless spiel Of spells and glamour, He's the man with our enamor. "I challenge you to prove your worth." (5/5)

A poem for Tytalor Golden Blade <Self-Proclaimed Prodigy> Mentally adept and deft, equipped in cloth. He is so cool, trained in all the schools. He'll dance with a Glacial Lance, A fan of Phoenix Flame, In his prime, he Alters Time, But first a Frostfire Burst. (1/4)