Today I have a little poem for you all, and it was inspired by a fantasy middle-school/young adult novel series that I am writing and have been working on since the fifth grade. I haven't finished the series yet, and some days I get really discouraged to the point that I want to drop the idea, but perhaps someday it may stir in me once again the feeling I had when I had first laid eyes on this world whose story has got to be told.
One of the things that you should know about my characters in this working series is that they are middle schoolers living this fancy perfect life. They are given these heavy adult responsibilities that they really aren't prepared to take on, and the actions cause these negative consequences which does end up leaving them scarred. Take it as a "broken fairy tale", where there isn't a happily ever after. All of the violence in the poem is metaphorically stated; I do not mean the literal thing.
Once a protagonist.
Naïve, brave, fresh, and bright. Hope anew.
Setting off on the unknown journey where adventures unfold.
The sword slices, the deep cuts of blood
red and full.
Wounds may heal, but oh!
Where has the protagonist gone?
Crying, screaming, kicking, awaking, haunted,
as friends cling on desperately,
trying to stop the hero from
Lives failed to save,
The cunning words of an enemy
twiddling the craft of its needlework beneath the surface,
memories that are nightmares.
All of these stoned into the afflicted soul.
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes,
for what is there left to remain?
The great crumbled by vile-hearted savages
who take on a life when fed.
And this is all that is left
of a hero young and naïve,
Watch out for March! My muse has been on fire lately, whoop! I may not be able to post a lot due to my schedule, but I am, however, writing a mini story which I am excited to share with you all! It was a painful piece to write because the character is really heavy in terms of persona and I could really sympathize with the character. Please leave some feedback on the poem! I'd love to hear it. xx