The soul is complicated. It can be so full of emotions, colours, sounds, thoughts, wisps of dreams, and fractures of ideas.
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Still working on my poetry. I do think it is improving, I hope you see that as the poems go on. Thank you for checkin...
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR CRITICAL ROLE: C2: THE MIGHTY NEIN. TO ALL CRITTERS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
A house in flames, smouldering and cindering And then I break, fracturing and splintering The people I saw, monsters in my eyes The people I loved have all burned and died The life I had was broken on the floor And when the fog cleared I ran for the door
So many names were thrown into the wind One more slipped to a little green friend A trust I thought had broken in two Came flooding back and fondness grew
A stop I thought would only be small Was changed by a cheerful girl's call I used them at first to keep us both safe But they crawled into a heart I didn't know had space
My past returns, crumbling and burning me But The Mighty Nein won't be dropped so easily You can try to burn right through me But I'm not going to lose another family
****** The last fan poem I wrote on here (not counting my old Warrior songs) was also about a depressed, scarred, fire-wielding male. 😂
For those who don't know this is a poem about Caleb Widogast a character from a dungeons and dragons web series called Critical Role. He's from Campaign 3: The Mighty Nein.
I drew inspiration from the campaign and the comic. I had been having some poets block but I had been working at a poem for Caleb for awhile and really wanted to finish it! I'm pretty happy with the results!
These are my other roughs I randomly jotted down while I was trying to write the poem:
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