here is one of my many poems describing my past. When through the woods, I crossed the mountains. The waters, the birds, my will and my hatred brought me to where I really ought to be... And when I reached my destiny, never to turn back and look once, I regret. Then I asked him where is the truth. Neither did words fell nor did understanding grow... I took my ground and he asked me to see the state in which I took to, the pain in which I live. I could not bear it, neither could he for he to felt it in me. To overcome I knew not, thence he travelled into my mind and brought something i had lost.As i stood there sad and forlon, he gave it to me. It was that which many felt and few saw. It was my faithful, my sword. My precious, my all. Once again I touched it, after long weary nights. I cried, Yes, indeed I did. I drew it out of its slumber, my sword in all its glory. My fingers then remembered my old strength. Dark were my dreams of late, but now, I am filled with light. And he commanded me to grasp my sword, never to let it go Through this, now I have become, what I have and in my future I hold forth my Blade....... Silent Dragon hope u liked it.
Anthomorphising a fictional character....eh? Whatever you did dude it's good. YOu have avery wonderful style of poetry that even without metre, rhyme, or anything....the words seem to flow. Keep posting!
coool man, havent seen any poems like these from ya for long time! btw....what ever happened to you these days that you aint appearing in igt! any aftermath of da gangfight???