Wednesday, 20 April 2011

The beginning.

About 6 months back, I realized my poems were taking on a singular approach. Not that they were all sounding the same, or that they lacked any imagination. No, it was that they all contained the same character. A man who was going on a lifelong journey of discovery and heroism.

Of course, me being me, I couldn't just leave it at that, and had to add my own style, and need for originality. So, I crafted my character. I allowed him to become more than he seemed.

He has been to great towers, fought Moths and owls, been rescued by, and in turn rescued angels.
He has been split from his own mind, and turned into a hate-filled loner, and then been reborn as a new entity.

All this happened over six months, and his journey is still continuing.

I hope you all enjoy.

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