Under a Tale: Confrontation
The herald of thine own fate now
Deciding with a brave heart not to hurt a soul
Never would the desire to mark anyone arise
No matter the measure, a design is found
Within a strong heart, reigns the strongest light
One who refuses to harm a soul
Thy will is strong.
Able shares of currency found
The coins be gathered
Harvested efforts be met
Buying some cider on way
Donuts follow hence
Moments of the happy skitters
On the way to safety
Another measure be met.
Once being lost, finding a path
Triggered by puzzles
Despair is fought off as friends are soon made
The immediate hearts of those ye meets
Each step is worth a merit
Only grandeur awaits the friendly
Difficulty is overcome by need
With new bonds forged all looks up
As if one can see the starlight.
Twinkles of bonds are strengthened by comfort
Found in the embrace of another
Hands that soon meet, find a brilliance to them
Like a gem, that love is refreshing
Bringing luster to the time
Hands are held once again, as one is taken home
Bright and reinvigorated, ye shine once again with something.
The continuation of my first poem, Under a Tale: Beginnings here is part two on this train, either as a stand alone or continuance, it dances on with feeling.