A poem about love.

The forest naturally in a state of somewhat fog, the naturally dim look of the sky in darkness and dead trees scattered through out the forest brining a miserable effect to the states of minds. He would be waiting on a tree branch silently with his eyes closed in thought, His armour tightly plated but weighted light in a blood shot red colour with nine black shards dropping from the neck line embedded on the armours surface, The armour had special coordinated shape in denting all the way down from the neck line to his knee caps, The armour stretched around his whole back even from the back of the knee caps.

This is a poem I wrote quite some time ago, when me and my dad were getting along.

The poem below (a revision of my two star poems) is a lesson on humility in the pursuit of a dream or ambition.

Bitter tears can sting.

Your eyes need to be wide open in life.

Poetry dedicated to a friend.

Chapter two of my fanfic. Is he somebody special, or just a nobody coincidentally named that?

This is chapter 1. There are differences from RO, yes. If you have questions feel free to pm me on the forums.

This is the beginning, where everything started.