I rocked in my stool,
Even though the sun dipped low,
I was waking up.
My face was now flushed,
I never could hold a drink,
And it was showing.
Even though I got dizzier,
Just now I realized,
What's this guy's name?!
A simple question,
And he looked just as confused,
Also embarrassed.
"Ahh of course!",
He sat up and cleared his throat,
"The name's Armes!! A pleasure!"
I thought it ironic,
His name echoed his strength,
That of an army.
He also asked mine,
And with that over,
Our introduction was done.
That was only the start,
Drink after drink,
This long night seemed eternal.
Suddenly I got hot,
Not the kind from drinking,
But more like burning.
I wasn't the only one,
Everyone turned,
And saw flames outside.
Armes' aura changed,
His drunk act dropped at once,
And his eyes turned killer.
Sirens blared out front,
This blaze wasn't natural,
It was enemies.
In a fire I froze,
And I couldn't think straight,
For what could I do?!
"We're 'ventures right?!"
I guess he was still drunk,
But Armes words struck me.
He jumped up,
Grabbing his bag and me as well,
Getting ready to fight.
Several others did too,
I forgot where I was,
And who I "am".
If not us than who?
This was our fight,
Since we were the closest heroes.
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The Three Blessed Kings
PoetryOnly the power of the "Three Blessed Kings" can restore peace and prosperity to this corrupt kingdom. Explore a vast array of landscapes while enjoying the novel's unique use of the Haiku style format. Truly a passion product.
