Almighty Ted Guest | Just thought I’d share a poem that I wrote for my English class. I had to write a story about 5 people that meet up and go on a pilgrimage somewhere and tell stories and you had to describe the people in detail. I had the choice of writing either in prose or in poetic form. Naturally, I chose poetry. 
The characters I chose, and the setting it takes place in, is loosely based on characters from the Final Fantasy series.
So, without further ado, here it is:
In the village of Midgar our story does start,
With a knight so bold, and pure of heart.
In his shoulder-length hair , he took great pride.
He had a marvelous smile and a confident stride.
Truly a hero, envied by all.
His weapon of choice was a battle-scarred maul.
He seeks a posse to aid in his quest,
A party of five would be for the best.
He knows of a tavern, where soldiers do meet,
Where there’s much ale to drink and fresh food to eat.
When he enters the tavern, he looks all about,
He Sees all the people and decides to shout,
“I seek some brave men to fight by my side.
To go to a cave with much treasure inside.
I must forewarn you, just to be fair,
That there are fierce monsters who dwell in this lair.
Who amongst you has the courage to fight?
For those who do, we shall leave tonight.”
There was a bit of a silence that fell over the crowd,
Until a handsome young man said aloud,
“I shall join you, o valiant sir knight.
I will fight by your side with all of my might.”
This lad was an archer, the best to be found.
His archery skills were the talk of the town.
He wore a forest green tunic and a belt of red,
A feather stuck out on the hat on his head.
His quiver of arrows was slung on his back.
Longbow at the ready for any attack.
Soon after he stood, another did rise,
He wore a veiled cloak, but you could still see his eyes.
Like lanterns they were, a yellowish-gold,
But, unlike lanterns, they looked rather cold.
A blue robe he wore, with boots and a sash,
He carried a staff, crafted from ash.
His hat was pointed and made from straw,
His black magic skills left many in awe.
A finer magician would be hard to find,
He was a summoner and black mage combined.
He crossed the room, to join the knight,
But the vision of treasure clouded his sight.
He took a wrong step, and tripped on a stool.
Everyone laughed and called him a fool.
But a white mage was there, so caring and kind,
He had the purest of body and purest of mind.
“Careful now” Said the cheerful white mage.
He helped the man up with a grin of a sage.
“I’d like to join too, if that is alright,
You’ll need a healer if you’re going to fight.”
Great were his powers of the healing arts.
He could heal your wounds, and reattach body parts.
If you found yourself cornered on the battle field,
He could protect you with a magical shield.
And if you were slain, from an arrow or sword,
He would bring you back, strength fully restored.
The two mages walked up, the white and the black,
When finally another arose in the back.
“I’ll join your group” said a voice clear and bold,
“I could always use more silver and gold”
This man was a thief, the best in his trade.
He would do any task if it meant he got paid.
His hands were nimble, and his eyes were keen,
But he looked sort of young, perhaps even a teen.
A haughty fellow, that much is for sure,
And he could not resist this golden allure.
He carried a sword, that glimmered and shone;
The blade made of steel, and the handle of bone.
Around his waist a dagger did hang.
The blade was crafted from a dragon’s fang.
“Our group is complete” said the knight with a grin.
“Let us make haste, for daylight grows thin.”
So they set off for treasure, this party of five.
With their forces so strong, they would likely survive.
A long grueling journey, this surely would be;
A two day journey, perhaps even three.
“To pass the time” The archer suggested,
“I have an idea, if you’re interested.
We could each tell a tale, of heroic feats,
Our personal victories, or tragic defeats.
Whoever tells the tale which brings the most pleasure,
Shall receive a larger portion of treasure.”
“A fine idea” the white mage agreed,
“That will make this trip shorter indeed.”
So as they walked, they all shared a story,
Tales of love, of compassion, of God, and of glory.
Except for the black mage, silent was he,
It almost seemed like his voice box was empty.
When it came to his turn, his just shook his head,
And the others agreed, he could write one instead.
They would return to the tavern once the mission was done,
And read his story, to see who had won.
While discussing this matter, the knight did wave,
“Onward men, we have reached the cave!”
The Five men looked at the obstacle ahead,
For here lied before them, The Cavern Of Dread.
Here the difficulties were sure to begin,
They gathered their courage and ventured in…
To be continued...
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