Tales of glory and triumph have led to a few "Battle Friends"
We met on the fields of battle,
back and forth are blades rattled.
After you nearly came to your demise,
out reached a hand and gave me a surprise.
It was on that day that I came to realize,
that friendship could be had at the brink of death.
We then continued forward, giving our enemies there last breath.
A pal to travel through the lands for laughter,
a new friend to look forward to hereafter.
Some think that it's all just a game,
but finding a friend is something I'm proud to claim.
ninni last edited by
@us-poet didn’t see this one before but as always its a good one
Gybon Blaklok last edited by Gybon Blaklok
If i was ever to write a poem, it'd be called; "the man with golden hair,silver sharp mind and bronze warmth heart"
@gybon-blaklok well if you don't write that, I will.