Quickly come, quickly go
Angels rise and evil below
No hate he felt, but still he cried
For solidarity crushed, and his soul so died
A lone wanderer on the moore
Painless scars, his skin was torn
But no marks of which he wore
Just the scars of the lost he mourned
Faintly come, faintly go
The weightless fly, the heavy below
Rocks and chains he so held whole
The debris of shattered goals
Times have come to him reach year
The clocks haunting his every step
The moaning, the groaning, the years
Security and clarity, all of it away was strept
Never come, always go
The time was up
His hopes were low
Like a dying wolf pup
Poem I wrote for my newest troll who I have yet to name. I'll keep posted on him but...this is yeah.
He is this Purple Blooded male with tall, swooped horns, long, pony trailed back hair, ripped tank top and jeans. He is based after this bi-mouthed wolf I created as his lusus. He was a reject where he was born and took to the life of a nomad when his Podmom (name of the creature, soon to be explained at one point) was murdered. People stayed from often, attacked and and hated him. Through all of that he never once hated back or anything, but, after some time of traveling through a city, someone recognized him and he was captured and chained up to the castle wall of the leader there and had stones thrown at him. After that he lost hope that things would change and in his final moments he howled something Podmom taught him when he was young before getting hanged.
All because he was born with wings, a mutation.
