Wyvrenknight

Just moving a bunch of poems I wrote onto here so I do not loose them. most are 10+ years old don't take it to much to heart

Arion awakes to the sickly sweet smell of unchanged straw, ‘the Barracks’ he thinks rolling over in his sleep. Dimly as if his sleep caused the it to come to him from a great distance he becomes aware of a voice trying desperately to bring him to consciousness “please sir Arion wake up, the king has summoned you immediately.” These words bring him fully awake in a flash, He looks at the squire before him and snaps, “ Go tell him I am coming I must make myself presentable to the royal apartments lest I dishonor him with the smell of common riff raff.” The last Two years had taught him well how to buy time wi

Inside Sometime I wish That I were gone That all I was Would fade away Yet in those times Someone would say “don’t give up! you’ll find a better way” can’t they see that I have tried and tried again to no avail why can’t they see   that all in me lies shattered where it fell they say I am good they don’t knows that or worse what thoughts I lock inside They see me as I know not what They tell me that I am good But I am not I only seek to hide All of the pain And all the lose That I keep locked inside