~Aragorn~ today writes based on the November 2012 Captain Kaycee staff dog: This is the first installment of a poem I was writing. I kind of ran out of time to finish it, but I think it works well enough as it is :) We think so too!
Where the grasses grow long
And the wind blows strong
Where the dark looms deep
And the night never sleeps
The walkers walk
And Seldom talk
As with anchor feet
They stumble on
One tall, lean and strong
Pale skinned, his legs long
A scarf of faded cloth
Beats its wings as a moth
Watching his back
And strung through his hair
Tousled and fair
A braided band
Woven fine as the sand
Of long forgotten lands
Wild he is
And through ears of his
Hang feathers
Which roaming spirits tethers
Through fine strings of silver
And yet they seem frozen
Limp, tired, sad to be chosen
And in the blue eyes of their bearer
They are brought ever nearer
Ready to break free
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