A/N: Hey guys! In a quick bolt of great news, I get out of school tomorrow! How fabulous is that? Now I can write as much as I want:) Anyway. If you think this is my sad attempt at writing poetry, then you are absolutely correct! Listen, we had to write poems during school…I thought this one fit…anyway. It's a sestina, and for those that don't know (I didn't either) it basically means the stanzas are written in a certain format, like a line ends with A, B, C, D, E, F, and then the next stanza goes F, A, E, B, D, C, and so on. (Don't hold me to that, I had a guide when I wrote it.) Anyway, hope you enjoy, and remember to review (even if it sucks, which it probably does:P)!
Heroes
They were not a group of heroes,
Far from a long-told legend;
But their laughter rang in echoes
In their simple lives, there was little death.
And to each other they were unknown and lost
They merely stared, wondering, upon the starry sky.
But one day a destiny was written across the sky
And they saw it. But was it for them? They were not heroes!
But it seemed as though their land's peace was lost
And the hero of old was but a legend;
Rumors flew of his untimely death.
And to them, the summons came in echoes.
They knew they must listen to the wise echoes
And the blood splattered along the sky
Everywhere was dangerous and like a bird wrecked death
Even as they started out, they doubted they were heroes
Could they ever overcome the villain of legend?
They couldn't even leave their homes without being lost!
They hadn't met each other, so they were lost,
Until, one night, while resting, one heard blundering echoes
So they stumbled upon each other, like fate is meant to be, like a legend,
And they realized they all gazed on the same sky.
By now, though still far and distant, it seemed they could be heroes.
After all, if they dreamed, they could still best death.
But after gaining strength and wisdom came the threat of death;
And so they dropped their swords, all hope seemed lost.
They'd been so close to saving the land, people called them heroes;
But now, captured, imprisoned, would their cries only be echoes?
And stars shone brightly in the darkest night they ever knew, the black sky!
Because it seemed all they would ever be was a forgotten legend.
But they weren't going down, not without a fight for legend.
And they brandished their bloody blades, fighting to the death
And the stars were faint against their golden light that dawned the sky
It was a close scrape, daring and bold, but what is a hero with courage lost?
The clangs of battle, sorrow, pain and despair were not but echoes
Because they had won, they had prevailed, and they had proved they were heroes.
And only the greatest heroes become eternal legends,
The echoes of bravery that never face jealous, greedy death
And their deeds and valor will never be lost from the blazing sky.
A/n: So, again, sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, and if it's not that great. I just wanted to try it, see what ya'll think. I've never thought I'm a poet, so this is an experiment. Please review, and I hope you enjoyed anyway!(:
~Araceli L