A short Poem, by me!

[Ḷëģöläš]

Lies once written upon the keeper of trees,
They flew over the moon and into the seas.
Over the eyes of the covered sheep,
A loss that would make grown men weep.
The humanistic pride strives us all,
But in the end, all will fall.
The incredible high that the lies once brought,
Has washed out to shore to linger and rot.
She wrote the words with hands so fair,
Hands that I have no right to bear.
The fellowship always had something amiss,
Now it is down to one, falling into abyss.
The lies, once believed as truth, have faded away,
but the impact they made will always stay.

[Embee]

Nice! My favourite part is:

"The humanistic pride strives us all,
But in the end, all will fall."

because it is true. Kudos

[kunrich]

Awesome

[Toph]

Lovely!

EDIT: In a dark way. If that makes sense.

[Lindale]

Indeed it does make sense. If there are things that simply cannot be put into words, make it into a poem. Great job!