To Cechir: Dare we expect comfort in this season? Paths that give no respite to weary feet, With desires that would be labeled treason. Harsh rumours are whispered in Temple Street. A gentle companion to hold at night Easing the burden of destiny’s weight With an empathy of the inner fight - The call of her soul's unrelenting fate. Ancient rhythms of the world transition, And Belaska's dance shall not be ignored. Bound by spirit to serve with submission, To dance the edge of the Dark Prince’s sword. Blood-matted eyes gaze upon Tomorrow Chanting an omen of war and sorrow (I haven't written anything in a damn long time and this morning I wake up and blast off a sonnet about my Evercrack 2 character. I'm such a nerd. And yes I know my iamb is off :1eye: )
Haha...more power to ya when you can write something that great about...a computer/video (don't know which one, sorry) game.
