6th poem by me. Don't copy unless you credit me.

The Elven Land                                  
What do we call these mysterious creatures,
They have many different interesting features.
Their pointy ears, and blondish hair,
All we can do is watch and stare.
These are not the elves of the North Pole,
But more skilled in warfare, with more death toll.
They are skilled in combat and archery too,
But warfare is not all that they do.
These bloody mercanaries do much more,
Like crafting and fletching and killing at the door.
There might be one or two riots in the kingdom,
Bows and arrows and swords they bring them.
The anarchists march toward the tower,
But the archers rain arrows on them like a shower.
The elven guards take away the remaining few,
To be executed for rioting and treason too.
The axe is raised and when it goes down,
Silence you hear, silence the sound.
So next time if you try to riot, 
No amount of money, will be able to buy it.  

Sence you have been making quite alot of poams lately, and everyone (including me) enjoys them, then i would like to make a suggestion to you that you make a thread "Moke199's Poem Collection" (or what ever name that you fancy) as it would make finding all your poams alot easier to find.