Here's a Sonnet. Shakespearean style.


Sonnet I

The sand darkened with the sky,
Blood washed and mixed with the sea,
The land quaked with harkened cry,
A miasma of death had been set free.
Fire burned and people ran,
Sons fought and died in fearful fright,
For the Island's forsaken land
In the silent night.
Heroes lament yet build anew,
For justice will be wrought;
To fight before what is true,
And find that death was all for naught.
The Tower rises in the midst of war ...
Light and Dark will battle forever more.


May the Love of Anuwëy guide you when all Hope is lost

TorNathan