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#1 Shakeepuddn

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Posted 14 March 2009 - 05:06 PM

________ is an empty poet
Dredging up once-used remains
For his creation of insane proportions,
Stitching up his deformation electrified
Then left to play—
The doctor’s left with naught to say.

And _________ pens an angry rhyme
Preying on whomever's near,
Seeking out those vital tendons,
Hoping God will somehow mend him,
His curse is hurled upon a star—
Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far.

Old ________ now, a horror story
dragging feet and spreading fear,
A dusty bag of ragged bones
Reciting verse of gripes and groans.
A royal pain untombed is he—
Moaning through eternity.

But __________ is another matter,
A troubadour until the end.
This musing monster plumbs the night,
Adores his blood and shuns the light.
Leveled for the sake of love,
Why—
Poesy fits him like a glove!

Though this lover may not know it
He makes a bloody decent Poet.
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Posted 14 March 2009 - 05:38 PM

________ is an empty poet
Dredging up once-used remains
For his creation of insane proportions,
Stitching up his deformation electrified
Then left to play—
The doctor’s left with naught to say.

And _________ pens an angry rhyme
Preying on whomever's near,
Seeking out those vital tendons,
Hoping God will somehow mend him,
His curse is hurled upon a star—
Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far.

Old ________ now, a horror story
dragging feet and spreading fear,
A dusty bag of ragged bones
Reciting verse of gripes and groans.
A royal pain untombed is he—
Moaning through eternity.

But __________ is another matter,
A troubadour until the end.
This musing monster plumbs the night,
Adores his blood and shuns the light.
Leveled for the sake of love,
Why—
Poesy fits him like a glove!

Though this lover may not know it
He makes a bloody decent Poet.


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Spoiler for Answer (I hope...)

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#3 Haley

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Posted 14 March 2009 - 05:59 PM

Spoiler for I think Im just missing the 2nd one...

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Posted 14 March 2009 - 06:49 PM

Spoiler for <br />
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Posted 14 March 2009 - 06:59 PM

Good job on getting Wolfman! I never saw the movie to get the major clue but that makes a lot of sense!
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Posted 14 March 2009 - 07:51 PM

________ is an empty poet
Dredging up once-used remains
For his creation of insane proportions,
Stitching up his deformation electrified
Then left to play—
The doctor’s left with naught to say.

And _________ pens an angry rhyme
Preying on whomever's near,
Seeking out those vital tendons,
Hoping God will somehow mend him,
His curse is hurled upon a star—
Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far.

Old ________ now, a horror story
dragging feet and spreading fear,
A dusty bag of ragged bones
Reciting verse of gripes and groans.
A royal pain untombed is he—
Moaning through eternity.

But __________ is another matter,
A troubadour until the end.
This musing monster plumbs the night,
Adores his blood and shuns the light.
Leveled for the sake of love,
Why—
Poesy fits him like a glove!

Though this lover may not know it
He makes a bloody decent Poet.

Spoiler for The first makes me think of

Spoiler for i searched up Lawrence Talbot and i believe 2 to be

3 has me stumped.
Spoiler for The fourth makes me think of

Edited by Raoul, 14 March 2009 - 07:57 PM.

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#7 Shakeepuddn

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Posted 16 March 2009 - 01:09 AM

Well done all
Spoiler for answers

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