DPA CRAZY!!! I entered this for that story contest DP is having. Please post anything that falls under Arts (story parts, poetry, art-art, etc.) here.
The Frontier-A Ballad
The land wild and rich with danger,
Beholds the one who dares to tread.
Enter the land a tempered archer,
Who moves forward in hope's stead.
All anew, their eyes dost say,
That they witness such majesty.
They walk the entirety of the day,
Thier purpose not one borne of fallacy.
The encounter with a terrible beast,
Whose' hide is made of hardened skin.
A trained hand is needed at least,
When drawing back the string to chin.
Let loose the flying arrowhead,
to distract the nightmare's terror.
Grab the reins and remember once said,
Hold tight, tame with minimal error.
The rage soon to fade away,
A bond of companionship is forged.
The meaning the Frontier does underlay,
Welcome, Prophets born of land old scorched.
The Frontier-A Ballad
The land wild and rich with danger,
Beholds the one who dares to tread.
Enter the land a tempered archer,
Who moves forward in hope's stead.
All anew, their eyes dost say,
That they witness such majesty.
They walk the entirety of the day,
Thier purpose not one borne of fallacy.
The encounter with a terrible beast,
Whose' hide is made of hardened skin.
A trained hand is needed at least,
When drawing back the string to chin.
Let loose the flying arrowhead,
to distract the nightmare's terror.
Grab the reins and remember once said,
Hold tight, tame with minimal error.
The rage soon to fade away,
A bond of companionship is forged.
The meaning the Frontier does underlay,
Welcome, Prophets born of land old scorched.
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