It’s me, sapphire8. Long time no poem ^^
(Hmm, this is my first poem in free verse o.O)
Inspired by the scroll that failed on my Maple bow.
Failure
And as I watch, the scroll
the scroll I spent a fortune on
the scroll I put my faith in
vanishes. My bow is the same
as it was before.
I am shocked.
What had I done to deserve this?
Why is fate so cruel to me?
But I guess
for every success there’s a failure.
Or it would be a hundred-percent
with weaker powers.
And I ponder on this
and realize: people whose scrolls work
owe people whose scrolls fail
for taking the failures for them.
I watch a stranger
put a scroll to his weapon
and it works, and I feel good
inside.
Disclaimer: feelings expressed in this poem are not necessarily shared by the author.
Nice
__<3Rain
Remember this Name
=o I feel good about my not-perfect-+6 Maple White now ^-^ xD
Bahh I feel your pain (or whoever’s pain this is o.o?). My friend bought me a scroll and it didn’t work. I was angry >3.
Lol, it is my pain. But this isn’t a blog about failing a scroll. It’s a poem.