A bit of background. This is actually the first league poem I wrote and it is based of a fanfiction I need to finish about Quinn and Talon. I might have a slight biased
towards the couple because of Valor... but meh. This is a poem about my imagined first meeting between the two rivals. One day I'll post that fanfiction. One day.
Risky Hunt
The light claws through the leaves,
Trying in vain to reach.
It screams from fruitless effort
As it misses by fractions.
I laugh at its humiliation,
A ruthless predator of its kind with
No mercy in my heart for that which abandoned me.
Yet I know just as I prey upon its people,
The light seeks out my soul.
It's lone purpose is to eradicate my existence
Which has become so intertwined with darkness
That you cannot tell the difference
Between a shadow and my smile.
It wasn't always this way though.
As with most rivalries, we were once friends,
Dining among acquaintances together.
We were introduced when I had not yet
Allowed a person to come into my trust
By the only man to gain my respect.
Yet now that man is but a whisper of a rumor
A name written in the nightmarish stories of history books
A general of a ruthless unwavering nature
Whose image was greatly over exaggerated
Creating the most gruesome villain of all time.
But he was my father,
The man who took me in when no one else would,
Who taught me respect and patience.
I had thought he was different,
But all people are the same.
They make promises they never keep,
Expect you to chase after them.
But I won't - no, I can't make the same mistake again.
My job is to hunt the light,
Risking my own survival on the orders
Of the blood thirsty men of this world.
And for the me that has been created,
This a gamble I love to make.
Above me screeches a bird of prey,
A messenger of the hunt.
The eagle,
who's rarity has aroused names such as the bringer of destiny,
Circles in the vast blue sky once again ringing its song.
Yet my ears deceive me, for he cries my name.
Talon- Talon.
My mind must be broken
From the ravings that has passed through it,
For it continues to call.
What could it want from me?
He calls my name like a brother,
One he has missed for so long.
Then he flew away,
Still screaming his call that
Couldn't be my name.
Yet this uncanny likeness of his cry
made me follow after him.
He soared ahead,
His cry sounding somewhat pleased now
As I struggled to maneuver through the shadows beneath.
He wheeled through the sky, unhindered
By the branches I shoved aside in my haste.
Then he slowed, causing my caution to grow
As I began to slink more carefully through
The labyrinth of twigs and bushes.
Was this where the chase ends,
Where my destiny lies?
Yet no answer came as he glided into a clearing ahead
Calling out a name I didn't quite catch.
I peeked out from the darkness,
Trying to sift passed the curtain of light.
Bells jingled amused as
A symphony of sound was brought upon the wind,
Where did you go silly bird?
And like that the light reached me, carried with that song,
Piercing my heart
Ripping my existence to shreds;
My eyes burned with fire
My vision went black,
Splotches of white dancing upon the scene.
Then the last of the darkness left me.
All that I saw was that stupid bird smirking in satisfaction
Perched upon the shoulder of a woman on fire.