The poetry board has a new fan...
I write creative writing in all the time I'm supposed to be listening in school, so I will post some of mine. First off, this poem means no offense to any god, it was written long before achaea was known to me.
To be the Last
by Eternity
One man stands,
As a trophy of war,
Looking through a god's eyes,
As if immortal,
He looks about him,
At the spoils of the battle,
And at the brook,
Shrouded in crimson,
Seen through a god's eyes,
Bounding to hilltop,
To fly like a bird,
Only to fall ablaze,
To find,
He never looked through the eyes,
Of the immortal he never was,
Never to look through a god's eyes again.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 243 AF.