This is my first actual try at writing poetry, It might be considered
feeble by someone, but if you have any comments just message me.

Also make sure that the story depicted in the poem might not be entirely
true. So don't behead me for writing it.

Once long ago Good ol'Wedric went,
Deep within the forests, to pick some herbs he bent,
And then came the darkness, from sources unknown,
Plagued the nice little soul, Made his eveil renown.

Then began the awful strife, Of people nice and true,
Cause good old wedric for some reason,
cooked them in Death Brew.
And Then began an era of war, where forests were unsafe,
Of there were fires, there was blood and some say even rapes.

Then once we heard he turned again,
To the nice guy he used to be,
Poor Gilly tried to help him out but lost his fame didn't he?
Some people want to always fight some people maybe be good,
Shrouded by some evil darkness deep within their hood.

Now its too late the tale to old,
Just good for stories heard by bold,
Lets not make those mistakes again
Lets build the word grain by grain.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Arios, in the year 202 MA.