Rumors are spread by old man's tales
And like in tides, in words it sails
The coin can tell the creeping spell
Toss the small coin to heads or tails
The Government lies deep in the forest
When clans bring fear, they give no rest
Decades at war, their fall they swore
They'll chase them down and up Earth's orbit
The Toppat Clan flew over the world
The Airship is run by the underworld
Tall, red, and large, for gold they charge
And like the clan, with colors it pearled
Faraway the cliffs in the harsh Wall
Inmates are held in freezing halls
The guards are brutal, the Warden's cruel
In thousands cells and the complex tall
The unseen burglar's crimes are left behind
His life-changing choice, he would find
He earned his stars, the Toppats got scars
And with the corps, like chains he'll bind
The bold action man is so humble
Yet to the thieves he poses trouble
The greatest plan of the bold action man
Like thunder it makes them tremble
The red-headed outlaw is now freed
Her hair was red like of those who bleed
She helped prevent the Toppats' torment
Upon meeting friends, she left her greed
The coin is flipped, a curse is brought
The bonds will break with a lost thought
With endless pain, hate fell like rain
And in the end, they died or fought
The valiant hero left the world and took his flight
Somewhere in the wide seas of the night
His ashes set sail like in a gale
And his soul is found in leaping light
The Toppat Queen has come to her hall
Inside the red Airship large and tall
Her foes not dead, nor does he dread
A warfare broke out, but who shall fall?
The betrayed king turned into a killer
He sought blood, he became bitter
His revenge was close, but death arose
He laid down waiting for the Grim Reaper
A/N: My second poem published! This time, it's a remake of my horribly made text Just a Flip of a Coin. Why did I turned it into a poem? I just wanted to, but I had earlier drafts of what the poems should be about, but they ended up in my Google Docs trash bin (I've been wrecking my brain for a week). I got this idea of how a flip of a coin can represent how Triple Threat Henry, Charles, and Ellie (their ascension together) can mirror VH Charles, TCW Ellie, and R Henry (their falls apart) on the week of 11 January when it just popped into my head in the middle of the night. You can also see that I again followed my favorite author's rhyming scheme (check Honoring the Hero for that information).
(I think I can see why this poem doesn't sound as good as I wanted to be, too Tolkien-ish, don't you think?)
References: Stanza IX is almost a copy and paste of the last stanza from HtH.