Contest:Character Poetry Contest/Dirk - Wind

'''Feeling reflective about his time spent at camp and exited about the time he has gotten to spend heading the forge, Dirk decided to write a poem expressing gratitude for the blessings he has received and to state his lack of any regret for how his life has turned out thus far. I'm not sure what style of poetry this would be but I decided to write it an an alternating style of long sentences and short sentences.'''

These Are My Friends

   A lonely blacksmith’s son am I, no more worthy than the rest. A thankless task is mine indeed, puts sanity to the test. Even in camp of royal blood, the labor is the same. Put fire to metal and stoke the passion of battle’s eternal flame.

A life like this could yield no friends.

 Their forked tongues do cry with scorn.

 He must yearn to make amends.

 Even regretting the day he was born.

I laugh with dismissive glee, when I hear such bile spoken.

<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> For I know I possess friendships that lie eternally unbroken.

<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> With friends like yours, one day you shall find yourself forsaken.

<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> But unshakeable bonds I hold with mine, loyalties that cannot be taken.

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<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon">That cannot be, they say.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> He has none to call his own.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> All he does is slave away.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> Like his father on his metal throne.

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<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon">The fires that rage within the forge, I count amongst my friends.

<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> They selflessly provide all I need as they sadly meet their ends.

<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> The hammers I carry into battle are companions bonafied.

<p style="text-align:left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> For they defend me from all foes, and never leave my side.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> Eyes of ignorance remain forever blind.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> None can see the friendships that I see.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> Open your eyes and I think that you will find.

<font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon"> The life I live is not a lonely destiny.

<p style="text-align: left;"><font face="MV Boli" size="3" color="Maroon">Poem written by: Dirk/Wind