Hello namesakes, rolling by
Hello namesakes, rolling by:
You fly over forests, valleys, and mountains.
Your speechless breaths reveal legends,
mythic lands that whisper and roar.
Hello namesakes, rolling by:
Despite realizing you presence in later years,
I first met you under a decorated tree.
Hello namesakes, rolling by:
Someone told me you hear all things.
Maybe you can tell me the real story.
Hello namesake, rolling by:
You know my voice, my image, my person;
take them in and make them your own.
Kyrat has no love for the gentle breeze;
only for the fury-storm gale.
Author's note: I do not own Far Cry 4 or it's characters. This poem, however, is my own. I personally like Ajay's way of pronouncing his last name gives a symbolic twist to his character. I also imagine Kyrat to have strong winds and storms and that boy needs thicker clothes if he's going to keep running around the Himalayas. Anyways, thank you for reading.
Best wishes,
- Gray Carolean
