Poem of the Reaver

by Semdai Bloodquill

while bored in 4th period, I wrote this poem in my head and am now putting it in ff.net. Enjoy and feel free to flame.

Reaver in my darkest dreams,
Born of hidden memories,
Wield a scythe to slash the night,
Brew a batch of hate and plight,
Dark are the days after these dreams,
Filled with hate and hurt and screams,
Whisper lies to away turn me,
But I will be what I will be.