Poppy's
Hammer the forge, bend and make shape.
Fallen, on the road, two escape.
Determined, a mission given- she drags her feet.
Handing the helm over, tears wheeled beneath.
Positioned, a new goal set.
She journeys to another far off place.
Rises to rank, one day shall gank.
Picked up Whomper, an heirloom one might say.
Published under Circa (Relyuh) over at AO3
Also found on my writer blog cloudburst .tk