A New Story and an Old Proverb
A New Story and an Old Proverb

A New Story and an Old Proverb

I recently started writing a new story, which, if I’m faithful, may be in the editing stage by the end of this year. I don’t know how Brandon Sanderson manages to write 5 new books in his free time between writing 3 contracted books over the course of two years (fact-check me please, but I think that’s how the story goes), but I’m clearly not on that level yet. At any rate, I’m pretty excited about the project, and I’ve got all kinds of goals for it, one of which is the incorporation of all the things I love to see in the stories I love to read. For example, I can’t think of a single story I’ve ever loved which did not, at some point, include a poem or two. That probably has to do more with genre than anything else, but it’s an easy enough rule to follow.

So, I wrote a poem to start the book off to a good pace, a creative thesis if you will, and I’ve decided to share that poem with you guys ahead of time. Perhaps you will also get a little excited about my project.

The Brawn of Eagles

On broken wings flies the regal king
His lamed legs distraught
Whilst he deems the hunt a need
His hapless flight goes on

His chicks cry from nests on high
“Will he fill our hearts anon?
Till to the skies they take with pride
Their pain becomes a thoughtless song

Below the bobcat hunts, grown fat
For of blood and sweat tis fond
But if the crow flies sufficient low
It too, may to the skies abscond

But on what lie do these fighters thrive
Is it not the lie of brawn?
 And when time proceeds will they not feed
The insects below the lawn

Learn justice, eagles, so too all you lethal
For in it wisdom is found
For in the future of the lust you nurture
Natural consequences abound

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