Glass of hours stand n be broken here
Sands of tears cryeth till none hears
Break of Feiries thus cometh near
Thence let all be feared
For folks in pact an' those dear
Of 'a evil broken an' bound there
Holds they glee stead of fell swords
Standards be wrote of soft soothing words
Chants they no rhymes an' plays no cords
Equals they make of common with lords
Bringeth they bless on platter of gods
Thus break they shall pain o' 'a worlds
Crack them thou shall not with tempts of offer
Deal not thee by force might as thee be weaker
But forth go behind mask o' fear an' speak-up
Binding them in words lure um to Killak
Hour of quarter pass alter six hundred and six lack
Drain them 'a light maketh thence mortals to be pluck
Be weary still of 'a one named Ulore Valdes
Slip like he through chances or taken steps
For he be 'a one bound to guard 'a Vale of Clades
One of us he be at close of 'a Vales high step
Be now he lost, for centuries with them broke him
Wont he is to foul 'a lure and alone he still be stronger
For one of fiery he is not, but 'a pure blood of a Vendigone
Last of his kith wielder of minds c'lore be his game
Bright as 'a north star his mind roams in dimensions gone
Feared is he as our ally in these forlorn days o' closure came
Thus last he saw 'a future, whence came a way
To deal of Feiries an' 'a foreseen change of Ulore
This secret is bound to 'a hands of a barstard son
Who cometh from 'a spine of Ulores comrade Sith
Trust him not to wander in thought...
Kewl essay
This poem is well written and I like the words used and how you have used the words. I was really interested when I read this although u r one of my friends, I appreciate u're hard work!!
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