A nondescript poem fitting the meter and rhyme of a sonnet, though not necessarily reading as such. Enjoy this three stanza epic about a dutiful soldier fighting in a great battle, protecting his castle against a horrible foe.
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago for Memorial Day and what it means to me.
How do you cope with learning that your mother was murdered before you were born, your father is a fairy hitman, and you wield the power to raise an army of devoted love slaves... except you haven't the least idea how to control it? Tom Corwen's disability had driven him to excel, and in his first year as a grad stud...