Okay so I sit down to work on one of my stories and Keemari interupts me saying he wants to write a poem for the site. Of all things he interupts me writting his story.

Keemari- So we all know that whatever I'm facing I'll kill in the end, so it's rather pointless.

Me- 'Stares at him'

Keemari- "What?"

Me- "That's not the point! A story isn't about the ending it's about how you get there!"

Keemari- 'Rolls eyes' Anyway I made this poem...

Me- "Borrowed all of my talent to do so." I interject.

Keemari- Stares "Anyway this Poem I made completly on my own without my creators help."

Me- Did not Keemari- Did so Me- Did not Keemari- Did so Me- Did not Keemari- Did so Me- Did not Keemari- Did so Me- Did not Keemari- Did so 'Bares claws!" Me- DID NOT! Holds up a pencil with an eraser. Keemari- Your twisted man Me- I am NOT! Keemari- Your argueing with yourself! AND LOSING!

Me-....

Keemari- "Anyway here it is." 'Sighs'


Air, wind, water, earth, metal, and wood
My elements surround me, embrace me
My strength, my will, my passion are all theirs
I strive only by their bounds and limitations
My heart is scarred from Loss and treachery
By prejudice, by hatred, by evil
My soul remains strong, steadfast and ever vigilant
My claws cut through the mist, through the unknown

My vengeance is my justice and justice is served by my vengeance
My mission to cleanse, to purify will never be forgotten or complete
But I continue on, undeterred by this
This world, na this universe will know the druid’s way
The druid’s code, the druids honor
Whether they be child, women, or feeble those who are unworthy
Will be purified giving rise to a new world, a better one
This is the will of the planet of which I was born and which I serve

Yet words fill my mind, last parting words from my planet
They speak of cleansing and finding peace within my soul
Yet I am at peace, my purpose never clearer
My purpose is to end, to cleanse, to purify

Excellent poem, my friend.

'chuckles'

I do my best to complete my life work. Thank you.