Disclaimer: Suikoden doesn't belong to me, I just happen to like the game.
This is my first shot in writing poetry so tell me what you think.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE HURRICANE
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were- -I have not seen
As others saw- - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow- - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone- -
And all my pain I confined alone.
Then- - in my childhood- - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery, which binds me still- -
From the torrent, or the fountain- -
From the summit of the mountain- -
From the sun around me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold- -
From the gale in my palm and anguish in my eyes
The wretched cocoon I am bound to slowly dies- -
Letting my inner tornado grow
And my cyclone flow- -
From the thunder, and the storm- -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view…
A/N: Well what do you think? Please R&R!
Genre: Drama, angst, poetry and a bit of tragedy.