AN: This is something that I originally wrote for an English project. The project was to research an American poet, and I chose T.S. Eliot. A part of the project was to write a poem in the style of the chosen poet, and this is what came of that. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy it!
We are a weapon
We are a weapon, fighting
In the barren plains of Naggiar.
There, we clash with the Imps, flashing
Across the sky is a streak of blue, revealing
To us a fear that even weapons feel
In front of me is the Blue Flame, scattering
Behind her are Imps of black and red.
In front of me is myself, clashing
With the Blue Flame.
Behind me are my comrades, and they are the reason I fight.
They are the reason I fight
They are the reason I fight
They are the reason I fight
Not as their weapon but as their shield.