A/N: I wrote this poem during my bi-monthly mass reread of all of the Tortall books. It was then that I decided that I really liked one character, and decided to write a poem about them. See if you can guess who it is by the end. Maybe I'll tell you, at the end. Anyway, it can be applied to many different people. I just happened to think of one individual. Don't mind the dividers, I just couldn't find another way to break this up into sections. The computer is all messed up. Oh well. Enjoy! Don't forget to review!
Duty
Four letters.
So small a word,
To which I have dedicated
My life, my soul.
So simple,
I had thought at first.
Duty
Does not care for seasons,
For class or country.
Duty is.
Duty
Is not glorious,
It is not rescuing maidens,
Or slaying evil.
In truth, there are few maidens
Left to rescue.
They have all rescued themselves.
And most evils
Are the ones you can find
In the shadows under your bed.
Duty
Is mud between your teeth,
Months on wet roads,
Years spent away from home.
Duty
Is watching a friend die
And not being able to help.
Not being able to even step out of line.
Duty
Is compliance without questions,
Taking orders, even unwillingly.
Duty
Is playing the Devil's advocate,
Being hypocritical
Only to push the best ahead.
Duty
Means putting the realm first
And yourself last, always.
Duty
Is love for your country.
Love for people you will never know,
But give your life for.
Duty
Has been my life.
Duty
The one thing
I will never regret.
A/N: So, that wasn't so bad, was it? Well, I'll never know unless you review! Also, this poem is dedicated to Lord Wyldon of Cavall, cause I decided that he reallt isn't so bad, and that I really like him. But you can turn it to fit anyone you like. Review! Review!Review!
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