Written by Weiss
One part imprisoned, one part free,
revealed in trailing wisps of high cloud.
A floating reminder, a semblence of me,
laid bare in beauty, white hair uncowled.
Reaching ever on towards greatness and glory,
such promised and infinite levitation;
Memories moored - the chains in my story,
glaring so brightly at this elevation.
Staring down their length, to the ominous pit;
Undeniable and unhidden from view-
the years I truly just want to forget;
The ones well-known to only a few.
Home to instruments of desperation,
Strummed by fate's fingers as from primordia;
The sounds drifting skyward, a sad offering,
to the deaf, the sorrowful; indifferent Discordia.
My own familiar yet foreign reflection,
lit by parts equal both pride and disdain;
Have I imagined it speaking to me?
Will this dissonance succeed to drive me insane?
How am I so successful a snow-born vessel
for these yearning yet alien feelings?
Seeking endless to burst asunder-
and on my knees, to leave me reeling.
Still ever and onward, and closer we fly,
to a reckoning I cannot escape;
My family and country at odds with my friends;
We must remain strong with so much at stake.
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RWBY: pOum
PoetryA collection of poetry based on each character of the series RWBY by Monty Oum. Each poem is written from a specific character's point of view within the canon story. Cover photo courtesy of Guardian Blade - https://aminoapps.com/c/infjsanctuary/pag...
