Honor Is Dead
"Honor is dead." This is a quote that I got from my favorite book, The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson. I liked the quote so much that I decided to write a poem for it. It's pretty cool.
An ocean of night blots out all you can see, except for one small flickering bird.
The tiny animal flaps its wings, trying to remain aloft, but it drifts ever closer to the stormy sea beneath it, the frothing waves of pitch black waiting to consume its dimming light.
At last the light goes out, and the bird folds its wings over its body in a final attempt to withstand the ocean of night.
Despite its best efforts, the bird is completely engulfed and the blinking light disappears.
Honor is dead.
As the tiny body disappears in the waves, a new creature takes form.
Large wings unfold and an inky black form
takes shape.
With a flap and a lunge, the bird takes flight.
With a shriek and a crow it begins its piercing song of hate.
The never ending tune chants words of deceit and lies, it stops any light from shining.
Honor is dead, but another creature lives.
The tiny animal flaps its wings, trying to remain aloft, but it drifts ever closer to the stormy sea beneath it, the frothing waves of pitch black waiting to consume its dimming light.
At last the light goes out, and the bird folds its wings over its body in a final attempt to withstand the ocean of night.
Despite its best efforts, the bird is completely engulfed and the blinking light disappears.
Honor is dead.
As the tiny body disappears in the waves, a new creature takes form.
Large wings unfold and an inky black form
takes shape.
With a flap and a lunge, the bird takes flight.
With a shriek and a crow it begins its piercing song of hate.
The never ending tune chants words of deceit and lies, it stops any light from shining.
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