Kevin's Watch

I decided to write a poem about Lord Foul's origins, and I actually kind of like how it turned out. So, without further ado, I present:

A Look Into Wrinkled Past, Part One:
The Eternal Dreamscape of a Never-Ending Land


A Poem,

By

Josh Tolles
(Luxurator of in-flux crust eruptions)


A boy stands alone and sighs
Unwanted and unheard cries.
The deeper emotions buried deeper
Pray for an end, not fear the reaper.

Crippled cocoon hath buried a man
Transmorphing forced by forceful hand.
Deepest wounds will ever dig deeper,
Buried even more is the buried sleeper.

The day must come when the unburied will stand
And Foul’s lust for the unjust will haunt the Land.
If he digs to dig up banes, ever will he dig deeper
Because diamonds are forever, but white gold’s cheaper.

Especially enjoyed these lines:

Shuram wrote:Crippled cocoon hath buried a man
Transmorphing forced by forceful hand.

This one's intriguing:

Buried even more is the buried sleeper.

And I'm enjoying the mid-line rhyme:

And Foul’s lust for the unjust will haunt the Land.

I like the line "Transmorphing forced by forceful hand", because it sounds like something the Illearth Stone would do, under Foul's control.