DarqFox Poetry Corner #4 · 7:25am Feb 24th, 2013
Two poems in 30 minutes? Somepony call the Medic.
Promised Repose
Time to think.
Time to feel.
Time to use
to mend my steel.
My armor torn,
and ripped to shreds,
I sew it shut,
with iron threads.
The air outside,
burns my flesh,
freezes my blood,
and bakes me fresh.
My sword is dull,
the cross-guard broke,
and blood-stained blade,
now black with smoke.
The horn beckons,
it echoes far.
It warns of a charge,
and boils the tar.
General, sir.
I can't win with those.
And what ever happened,
to my promised repose?
Medic here.![:pinkiecrazy:](https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/pinkiecrazy.png)
MEDIC! My think brain I damaged is! You me help can?![:pinkiesick:](https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/pinkiesick.png)