Wow. This is lame.-.-() I'm not a poet, by any means. I'm an avid reader, not a writer. But once I have something in my head, Isimply must get it out. Anyway, this is just some dribble from Raistlin's pointofview.. just after the Test at Wayreth.x.x I worked a lot of sibilance into this.. that's the only thing about it that made me semi-happy. But in all honesty, it's crap. Try to enjoy.
--Wicked Seraphina
Resolute
A trial, my life, of passion and pain,
Sparse glimpses of sunlight and ages of rain.
I had thought, with time, the dark would disperse,
But nearly recoiled when I discovered it worse.
However,
I shall endure the whispers, the rumors, the stares,
And these spiders weaving webs in my breast.
I'll ignore their doubting, their pity, their glares--
Wayreth was not the end of my test..
A curse on me for my consuming desire?
A curse on me for my resolution?
A curse on my sight for this unquenchable fire!
A curse on my flesh for my soul's polution!
...but then,
"A blow of the hammer," I once was told,
And every harsh strike draws me nearer.
I know that the sorcery is well worth the gold
And the death that I view in the mirror.
Though wicked my face through magic was wrought,
My vision made sordid and bleak,
Power is what I have so long sought,
And is what still, now, I seek.