Well, I really enjoyed writing this rhyme scheme before, and I couldn't help but do it again. Haha.
Get ready for some really forced rhymes, but that's what comes from this style. For Milloniare's challenge, part 2, from a wild boar's POV.
Cursed to Roam the Rocky Wild
Made and raised by barren wild
From my very birth, I swore
Life and strength and blood and child
To be rage's ruthless scour
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By the world, a soul exiled
To be lost forevermore
In the thorny brambles wild
With the rocks and flames at war
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Strong and savage, not beguiled
Cloth, nail skin and flesh I tore
Men came by, they never smiled;
I did what I was made for
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Yet more came. The white bones piled
Rotting at the marrow core
Ghost-white stones that palely tiled
Jagged pathways from my door
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By the furnace I've been trialed
Ten times tried by fire's roar
Every moment I have whiled
Leaves me angrier than before
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At the stream, by blood defiled
Joy lost, on the farther shore
There the trees grow lush, not aisled
Richer than the brightest ore
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By my weakness I was riled
Resting with the weight I bore
By the crags, all harshly styled
Like my life of harm and gore
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Seconds trudged by, single-filed
Like my footsteps, hard and sore
As I turned and never smiled
From the bright, lush bank, much more
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Cursed is life! I'm anger's child
In a world I don't adore
Cursed to roam the rocky wild—
Endless roads, a lone wild boar.