Three children
The eldest fenced in
The second a daredevil
The third a blossom
Traipsing across the world
Their lives have been swirled
In a whirlpool with a nameless
Who's not a fool
Anger, hurt, and strife
The eldest fights with knife
Though strong and tough
He's not always rough
Claw, tooth, and nail
The second is besieged like hail
No longer to walk on human feet
Oh what a sad sight to greet
Delicate, kind, and sweet
The third would rather fight than eat
With her song she soars
Though she's small, she still roars
A mighty battle
Within and without
None will ever dare
To back out
Like cattle in fight
They push with all their might
Either side anxious to win
Each anxious to know when
At last, the battle is done
The battle is won
To Anneira they go
To vanquish the last of their foe
A light, a burning light
It washes over fur
Making it whole and bright
Transfiguring it back to life
Lying there, still as stone
The second realizes it's done
His brother hand given his life
To stop all this war and strife
A sacrfice nobly done
Because of him, victory was won
Laid in a cellar deep
The second awaits his promise to keep
Healed by the flame
No longer wanting to blame
All seek new lives
And to do good they strive
Life is not perfect
But there can be light in it
And in our lives
To do good we should strive
Well, that was easier than I thought it would be! It just came to me. I never knew I had knack for poetry, but apparently I do!
Do any of you write poetry?
Would you tell me honestly what you think?
Rereading that, I realize how cringy it is. Sorry. It sounded good at first, but now . . . *cringes*
I write poetry, as does Leeli, and that was really good!
Very good! I never written any poetry, although I would like to try :)
This is real good! Soar doesn't rhyme with soar, though.