Sure. Do it. Take all my points. idgaf

sign me up Bucky... for 25? idk

edit lock, eyy yoo

I just wanna say that Romulus' ballad "The Ballad of the Yuletide Cook" was effing fantastic.

Here's mine

"A Soldier's Reward"

Yon looming shrouded, smoky hills  

Behind these downy pines

Bear echoes, vapors, whispers of

Neglected tales and lives.

Closed now, the haunted, sooty mines.

Steel tracks no longer run.

But rest a little, while I tell

One story that lives on.

It started when the Union won,

When Spring had ‘woke and bloom’d.

A native soldier had come home,

Though soon to be entombed.

Wherefore was this young soldier doomed—

Hero of the brigade?

He settled down and took as wife

A cruel and stormy maid.

Her glances had been soft and staid.

Her dreams had been benign.

Her mien showed naught but zealous love;

Forsooth, a rosy sign.

Though lips once velvet, red as wine.

Her eyes held pools of stars.

Her golden locks were satin like,

Her hands were alabaster.

But woe eclipsed our brave soldier:

His restless heart did pine

For open skies and battle roars,

Which hounded him nighttimes.

His longing made him saturnine—

His eyes still saw gunfire;

His ears still rang with beating drums;

His home life lay on the pyre.

His mate observed, and filled with ire,

Burned his wartime relics.

She bade him watch the dancing flames,

His vict’ry now turned pyrrhic.

And yet the soldier remain’d sick,

His yearning grew still more.

It did not take him to long eye

His distance from the door.

It was one night he crossed the floor 

Without a rearward peek.

When suddenly he heard a noise:

It was a floorboard’s creak.

He saw his wife no more asleep,

His soldier’s gun she held.

She did not heed his suffering,

With one shot he fell.

She ran into the woods impelled

If not by guilt, then fear.

Though never to be seen again,

Her shot still echoes clear...

May have gotten sloppy at the end, but that's what happens when you procrastinate.

You got me... I'll put down however many points I got.