Poetry / Kurenai
Fire burned befuddled souls,
And we were left much less than whole.
Enslaved to darkness, our Spirits cried,
Hidden somewhere deep inside.
Truth emerged and ranks were split;
The binding broke, bit by bit.
Some remained; for them we weep—
Brothers imprisoned in demon-sleep.
But we are free at last to roam;
To attempt a life and build a home
These tattered forms are merely tokens;
Our Spirit shall remain unbroken.
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I must tell you that I am not familiar with World of Warcraft, so some of the meaning of this poem has been lost to me. But it’s important in contemporary writing that concrete images are used. I like the direction of this piece and the sense of worth and inspiration that is gained especially by the last lines. I like the first line of the poem a lot despite the fact that it is a little bit abstract. Work on describing things more and giving it more dimensions and layers and you’ve got it.
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