Song of the Twelve by Chaser-of-Shadows, literature
Literature
Song of the Twelve
'Twas a song for the ages,
A tale not yet spun,
'Bout twelve little trolls,
Who were soon on the run.
DOOM had engulfed them,
Their LIFE it had cost,
The RAGE boiled over,
And all HOPE was lost.
Their HEART ceased to beat,
The LIGHT seemed to dim,
BLOOD was soon spilled,
And the VOID looked quite grim.
SPACE, torn asunder,
No TIME they could find,
Their BREATH was cut short,
As they all lost their MIND.
The WITCH had been silenced,
The SEER was blind,
The PAGE lost all motion,
And the BARD proved unkind.
A THIEF, apprehended,
The MAID, scattered far,
A ROGUE, bruised and bloodied,
And the SYLPH gained a scar.
A powerless MAGE,
No HEIR t
Wings of Wind,
Crown of Storms,
A sword of Fire,
Within the Thorns.
Garden green,
Filled to the brim,
With animals
And wistful whim.
Now is lost,
To Sin and Blight,
The Serpent boasts,
About its might.
Untouched apple,
Pure to sight,
Laced with Wisdom,
Will, and Fright.
An Angel, fallen,
His heart of ice,
He burned away,
At Paradise.
First-made humans,
Thrown the blame,
Now walk through endless,
Desert plain.
Children thought,
Made, and conceived,
Added to
The Serpent's weave.
Two young boys,
With skin so fair,
Of purest heart,
And charcoal hair.
The Serpent slithers,
The eldest, it spots,
Fills mind with lie
She's new in town,
Her record is clean,
She seems quite normal,
But there is more to be seen.
The students are cruel,
Demons, disguised,
It is her that they harmed,
It is them she despised.
Their hateful words,
She does not mind,
She plots and plans,
And bides her time.
The peaceful school,
Of knowledge and knells,
Now twisted into,
Her personal Hell.
She tries to struggle,
To fight them off,
They beat her bloody,
And call her "soft."
She's suffered long,
She's suffered hard,
She carries wounds,
And mental scars.
She's had enough,
It's time to rise,
To take revenge,
No compromise.
She heads to school,
With gun in