~*mintfang*~ was moved enough by the Summer Event of 2013 to come up with this poem :) : Just a little poem I wrote while thinking about the Summer Event. The character is my pet, Mac Tire, which means Wolf in Irish Gaelic.
I yelp as I flee
Shadows streaming behind me
They hurt
They sting
But I will not cry
Nightmares
All around
Whispering to me
“Sweet dreams, Mac Tíre!”
My armor clanks as I run
I don’t want to do this anymore
No, I want to help the children
Not scare them
Their cries haunt me
They haunt my sleep
Finally, a light
A dream warrior
The Nightmares stop, and flee
I keep running
Until I am safe
With the Dreams
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