Awesomo
Jul 28th, 2006, 12:05 AM
Hello folks, I decided to write a poem for no particular reason other than I felt like writing again. I enjoyed it, so here we go:
The Wolf
There once was a recruit in a once great force
He was a young man, a voice which was quite hoarse
Limited by the one who put him there
a cruel dictator we dubbed The Wolf
The recruit was sent to his native land
Sent by the Wolf, the lend a killing hand
To slaughter his family was his one order
To destroy all those across the border
If only he knew the day it happened
That the strangers whom he apprehended
Were the family, in which things left unsaid
Is now why they lie in each owns death bed
Word was spread that the recruit killed his kin
the string of his spirit, cut by a pin
Left was he, in dispair and quite distraught
Though after, he gave it never a thought
For this was when he learned why he was there
He knew now, what he was of rightful heir
He took his pledge, straight to the dictator
A chance for sure, for kis king's enamor
Brought unto the Wolf, his chance was dropped with a thud
For the recruit saw the truth, of his royal blood
Though the truth was there, the Wolf had no heart
He did not want his rule to break apart
The recruit was tired of all The Wolf's games
No justice to be found, through his royal claims
The recruit had no choice but to end all his fun
He took out the thing which hid his kin from the sun
And all was ended, with the bang of a gun.
So, do you like it?
The Wolf
There once was a recruit in a once great force
He was a young man, a voice which was quite hoarse
Limited by the one who put him there
a cruel dictator we dubbed The Wolf
The recruit was sent to his native land
Sent by the Wolf, the lend a killing hand
To slaughter his family was his one order
To destroy all those across the border
If only he knew the day it happened
That the strangers whom he apprehended
Were the family, in which things left unsaid
Is now why they lie in each owns death bed
Word was spread that the recruit killed his kin
the string of his spirit, cut by a pin
Left was he, in dispair and quite distraught
Though after, he gave it never a thought
For this was when he learned why he was there
He knew now, what he was of rightful heir
He took his pledge, straight to the dictator
A chance for sure, for kis king's enamor
Brought unto the Wolf, his chance was dropped with a thud
For the recruit saw the truth, of his royal blood
Though the truth was there, the Wolf had no heart
He did not want his rule to break apart
The recruit was tired of all The Wolf's games
No justice to be found, through his royal claims
The recruit had no choice but to end all his fun
He took out the thing which hid his kin from the sun
And all was ended, with the bang of a gun.
So, do you like it?