AN: I sometimes write poems to help me develop a deeper understanding of a character I'm trying to portray. Technically, this is a character sketch for my Raen Hawke from my story FAR, but it is vague enough to work for a mage Hawke of either gender. *shrug* I spent a long time on it and didn't know what else to do with it.
Disclaimer: Bioware owns the inspiration, but the wording is vague enough that I think I can safely claim this as mine...never hurts to be cautious though.
K Rating: All of my stories are usually rated much more mature than this, but outside of being kind of sad, I think we're pretty safe here.
Father where can I belong
With brother, sister, mother gone
Your ashes billow with the smoke
The name you gave no longer spoke
Except that bird, proud to the last
The echo of our bloodline's past
Feel no despair, I place no blame
For this curse which burns my veins
I tried to use my strength for good
To serve my best, just as I should
I promised I would keep them free
Now everyone has left, but me
In this cold house, what can I do
Away from love, away from you
I pray that you can still forgive
If in the end, I choose to live
And turn to face this world alone
To run the dark, or take the throne
I am the flint of war- a spark!
Despite the aching of my heart
I can be only what I'm made
No matter what I've tried to save
'Champion' is a hollow word
To pin their hopes upon a bird
Whose brittle wings snap with the weight
Set on them by a chance, or fate?
Take pity on my weary bones
Father, steer my flight towards home.