As promised here are a few slightly poetical scribblings. They aren’t great or perfect or necessarily very poetic either but here you go regardless. Enjoy 🙂
“Who am I? I cry to ther wind,
That this hould fall to me?
What power sets me above all others
That I into this dark future see?
Which faerie at my wretched birth,
declared my prominence in this hour?
Where from did this foul quest spring?
I am not made for prophecy or power.”
“When all comes to naught and pride is lost, what matters these earthly binds if still a hope of victory lives?”
Admittedly, the above was more of a crafted thought than a poem but never mind the technicality.
And last but possibly not least (although that is a matter of opinion)
“And beside his cold body she lay,
Until day turned to night and night to day.”
Feedback would be nice but forgive me if they are a litttle disjointed, non-sequetus or otherwise random, they’re from a note pad I have on my desk and that’s where I jot down little words and thoughts. 🙂
Word Count: 11034 words!!!
R.E. Navan 