HALF WAY THROUGH TECH WEEK AND I'M BEING POWERED BY STRESS FILLED MOTIVATION-
SO WHY NOT DO *about* 57% OF DARK SBI SUMMED UP IN A POEM-
Poem:
A group of four, who sing and fight
Three possessive of the fourth when out of sight
There's a blond winged beast who is the helper of death, his family immortal so he will never take his final breath.
He is kind to those he loves, even when push comes to shove
There's a siren who can weave words into songs, the words blurring what's right and wrong.
He can control both friends and foes, causing them to lose control as the music flows
There's a pink haired warrior with a boar mask, able to survive wars without a gas mask.
Able to slaughter thousands of soldiers without getting a scratch, he had no weaknesses until he became attacked...
Then there's a golden boy with sea blue eyes. He's trapped in the words and lies. When he finds out the truth he cries and cries, because by the time the sunsets he dies.
But unlike how many think he's not gone, because when it becomes dawn he's with his family at last. In a world of laughs and hugs, pulled out of his worlds filled with thugs.
It was terrifying, that's true, but now he's living a life that's new, going from eating thrown out bread to stew.
He's never had a family before but now at last, in a life that will never pass
Note: I don't write poems often- how did it turn out-?
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Prompts and stuff
FanfictionNOTE: I likely will not be continuing this or related books. I haven't updated them in a long time, but always unsure if I would get focused on it again and in the mood to write. After the Wilber situation I support Shelby and it would feel weird to...
