name: wren
gender: boy
poem:
- expressions clean and vacant, empty they may seem
but in his eyes are times retold of glory, triumph and kin
years had passed, and the tales he'd amassed
were read, rehearsed and extolled
pen in his hand, as the bard of his band
he wrote, rewrote and then told
but all through his journey, though offered en masse
he could never be bribed by gold
money like dirt, both equal in worth, were they to him and his friends
for the story that's his, and will be until death
involves him being born with a crown on his head
