A Poem Pinned To A Wall...

[spqrSancus 175]

     Jack had trouble with distracting himself. He felt himself growing more attracted to Violet as the months wear on. He hates it. Because he knows that she is not for him. She's already chosen someone else... So little to do to distract himself.

 

     Every night, he went out to fight the hordes. Try whatever he could to take his mind off her. But nothing really helped. But maybe it was time he tried something else... Maybe go with the tide. Or maybe not... Or maybe both? Was that possible? Perhaps, it was.

 

     Jack looks towards the poster advertising for the Abolitionists. Only death could come of it... 

 

      Jack began to write. He wasn't sure why, or how, but once he started, he felt everything pour into it. ((Yeah, it's from my blog. I don't mind taking one of my OOC works and then passing it off as my char's. ot entirely the same context either. :P))

 

Sunrise

 

I look to the stars, and my heart does cry,
Beauty cruel and distance high,
Not to be touched, so harsh, and why,
My soul shall yet forever sigh.

 

Unseeing in darkness, I'll turn away,
No heart or soul shall have their say,
Nor songs and wrongs of yesterday,
Indeed, not even sun's first ray.

 

And yet I know, that with sunrise,
My guard shall fall, reveal my lies,
Which afore, unseen by our eyes,
Had kept me safe from untimely demise.

 

So it is, to ring bell's toll,
And call to me to take a role,
Yet truthful as pure yonder soul,
And not so black as miner's coal.

 

And if my future be so bleak,
As desert sand that none would seek,
Then I will stand, and I will speak,
I will live; life to wreak.

 

I'll go forth, in heavens song,
To do much right, and do much wrong,
So empower me, to be strong,
For we know; I'll not be long.

 

     Jack looks over his work. it wasn't too horrible, he supposes. He wasn't sure if it was about love, or purpose, or voicing his thoughts about the Abolitionists. Maybe none of them. Maybe all three. Regardless, he draws his knife, and pins it next to the poster, then leaves. He knows what he must do.

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Arya stares at the poem for a few minutes.

"Remarkable." she thinks to herself and walks off.

[Draeris 3124]

Marcus de Stolistes, a big fan of poetry and romance reads the poem.

 

"Beautiful as the sun" he mumbles, continueing his travels to Abresi.

[spqrSancus 175]

((Thanks for all who took the time to read this. Means a lot to me. Especially to you two for posting. :D Thanks so much!))

 

Jack, often sitting by the fountain, occasionally glimpses people looking at his poem. Amazing. Most just run by. 

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*Violet reads the poem, blinking, "Pretty."*

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.