He is the child of a legendary demon, The highest among the highest ones. His father used to be a young seaman; His mother was the one who gave sons.
With a mix of blood and love was him, The young slayer of the bloody red evil. His sword made all creatures turn grim, Causing a monstrous, chaotic coeval.
One day, when he was on a stroll for food, A vampire came and bit his fleshy neck, He knew that he was very screwed, If he didn't find medicine, he would wreck!
So began the journey to find a cure, And the scents of blood started to lure.
To be elfish was to be related to magic, But humans thought it was an ill omen. This is the tale of Felix Lizguard, tragic! He had become nothing but our foeman.
He was a desolate child, persecuted. His brother betrayed him and killed him. But by the Goddess, death was diluted, And he was resurrected by a holy hymn.
But Death, unsatisfied, made a dark deal. If his identity was caught, he will die! So Felix, desperate to live, made a seal And stamped, releasing a worried sigh.
He was half-dead but half-alive, a breed. His weakness was a faithful, devoted creed.
Hey Kelisot! I like the glimpses of whole stories these poems are giving me.
Some favourite lines:
But by the Goddess, death was diluted,
"diluted" is a creative image there - it's also interesting in that implies death wasn't entirely gone, just thinned out a lot (which does seem to be what happens with Felix, given the final two lines). The alliteration of death/diluted also makes a nice pattern.
His weakness was a faithful, devoted creed.
I always like the idea of people having loyalty to a set of ideals and perhaps a goddess in this case as a weakness!
The journeys one must take to live!
I thought this line was rather pithy and quotable. It packs a couple of meanings in there - the character's literal journey to find a cure and perhaps "journey" could also be a metaphor for an effort.
