A few minutes ago, since I had nothing else to do, I decided to write a poem based off the desktop picture on out computer. 😛 And here it is.
The hooves beat dark on the iron path;
The gleaming fire a challenge called.
The mountains rose with evil wrath,
And quickly round the hero walled.
The gleaming sword shone, twisted white;
The clouds dropped, thick, and met the ground;
The warrior glowed with spotless light;
The deadly black fog crowded ’round.
Then from the haze came cinders hot,
And blazing came a fire-stream.
The hero stood, and drew back not,
Despite the deathly dragon-scream.
The black claws ripped sharp boulders down,
The black wings seemed to touch the sky
(The mountains watched with callous frown):
The monster came with flame-red eye.
The teeth snapped holes through smoke and mist,
The warrior lightly stepped aside;
The dragon turned and growled and hissed
(For dragons greatly guard their pride.)
Then as the beast quick lashed his tail,
The sword took charge and made a stroke,
And slashed through hide of dragon-maille—
But sparks, not blood, came where hide broke.
The hero drew back quick, for when
He’d lunged, the monster’s cold steel claws
Had torn him, too. The dragon then
Rose, hideous, with open jaws.
As on and on went awful fight,
The beast lost many armored scales;
And as drew near the end of night,
From its throat came frightened wails.
With one last gush of blazing breath,
The dragon fell at break of morn;
Down in the gorge he lay, cold death.
Victorious was the Unicorn!
This was the desktop, by the way. 😛 
Great poem, Hobbit!
Thank you!
That was written beautifully and I love your use of rhyme and how you describe everything. Wonderful job Hobbit!
O.O
That was soooooo good!!!! I never really thought desktops were so..... inspirational? I seem to have been proved wrong. 😛 You're just awesome at everything!!!
Thank you, Hobbit!
Excellent work!
Aww, thanks, guys!
Actually, it was funny, but as I was sitting there wondering whether I should write a poem or not, the thing that decided for me was the streak of rainbow-glow coming from the unicorn's front hoof. 😛
O.O You. are. amazing. ILOVEITSOMUCH!
So one of the boys changed the desktop again, and now it's this:
The picture seemed to be begging me to write a poem about it. So I did. And yeah, I know it's creepier than the unicorn and dragon one. I like that one better, but I just figured I'd post this one too. 😕
The waves are swept across the shore,
The water staying, sparkling,
Like dust brushed from a starry hand
And left there in the darkling.
The shining sand is smooth and black,
And gleams though dark clouds blot the moon,
And waits that which is coming back
Once more, and which shall be here soon.
Now look! Upon the darkened line
That holds apart the sea and sky
A cruel shape cuts the dimmed moon’s shine,
And from the waves it rises high.
The sails hang draggled from the mast,
As from the breakers rears the prow.
The ship makes for the shore, and fast,
Though wind blows all against it now.
The clouds gust back to let the light
Of silver moon come through and slay
The ghost-ship, but the moon tonight
Goes dark with fear and turns away.
This phantom of a terror’s past
The waiting stretch of shoreline nears.
It glides up, silently, at last;
It touches ground—and disappears.
THAT'S SO GOOD! *dies*
🙂 Thanks, Gypse!
Good job, Hobbit!
That's it. Between you and Elanor, I should just quit pretending to write pseudo-poetry. 😛 Excellently done, hobbit!
Please don't ever stop writing poetry, Ariel! I love your poems!
The desktop changed again and now it's this:
And thus was this poem inspired...
In the rocks close by the falls
Among the moss a village clings.
And upwards to a castle crawls
The road used by the Widdle kings.
The windows glow like molten gold.
No lights the Widdles need at night,
For since they came, the legends told,
They shine like lamps with yellow light.
The Barking Dragon, brown as brown,
Comes rasping from his grimy den
And cleans himself while looking down
Upon the village in the fen.
Upon occasion he will slide
Down slippery stones, then scrape the ground
To frighten Widdle-folk outside,
And Widdle-warriors come around.
The Barker’s cat-eyes gleam and spark,
His twisted hand gropes left and right,
His talons sweep—a knight goes dark.
The Barker’s claws have snatched his light.
The Widdle king comes out in ire,
He wields a flaming golden staff.
The Dragon who now too has fire
Holds out his hand with grating laugh.
Then, quick as quick, he turns his back
And threads a path back to his hole,
He bounds from crack to sharp-edged crack,
His right hand clutching what he stole.
The Widdles shout; he heeds them not.
The fire is what gives him breath.
And so the battle that was fought
Gives one his life, the other death.
In case it wasn't clear, my theory was that the Barking Dragon needs the Widdle-fire to stay alive and therefore needs to kill a Widdle in order to get its light on its claws.
Wooooooooooooow, Hobbit! I like when your desktop changes..... 
Thank you, Hobbit!
