Loss of a Wing | Poem

[Jihnyny 5233]

OOC:

Spoiler

I was bored, so I decided to make my first poem ever, from an experience my character just had. Wanted to make one to fit his ‘tribal’ heroic vibe I hope to go for. 

 

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The youthful and fair,

Fell quick to his passion,

Employing his blade,

To aid in his pride,

 

Upon the tides shift,

The youthful fled,

Chased by men three,

His foot had taken to slip,

 

Fallen had he,

To the river bank,

Into the shallows,

Where one blade met his back,

 

Fallen ill,

Taken to sleep,

The men of three,

Departed from their vessels,

 

Their iron and strength,

Fell quick to his wrist,

Separating his wing,

With one swift sunder,

 

Left atop a rock,

The youthful and fair,

Took a hold of his spear,

And rose with his shield,

 

He took march to the forest,

To pray to GOD,

For the lesson he was taught,

Was a gift left in love.