Primal Poetry

I made this poem when the wind was howling outside and thought why not.

Lone Primal

How much anguish do you hold in your howling eye? Soundless. Shredding. Fierce. Even the mistral's lamentation seems like a gentle song compared to your gaze.

Your lone figure trembles. It is as if the weight of the land has encumbered you. Strangled you in an earthen gaol. Dark. Desperate. Echo.

Your roars hot and searing like a dessert wind. The infernal chains that bounds you to the past. Absolute. Unforgiving. Relentless. Even the fires in the bowls of embers seems cool.

You march on thorns. Passing judgment abreast the ire of gods. Grief. Frustration. Hope. Like a lone dancer in the amphitheater.

Doused fear propels the whorl of time forward. Drowned whispers of a single prayer. Salvation. Future. Regret. All coiled into one final turn of redemption.

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Ifrit is red,
Levi is blue,
Poems are cool,
And so are you!

:)

Ifrit is red
Garuda is green
You better watch out
Those Primals are mean!

:o

Thank you, I'm here all day!

(I'm not, I'm going to stop spamming OPs thread now.)

There once was a Culinarian from Scorpion Crossing
Who was well known in Eorzea for his salad tossing
But being a Lala
Whose partner was an Au Ra
Made it mandatory for a daily flossing

:D

I posted this on Reddit around St. Patrick's Day, but I'll share it with you guys too :) An FFXIV limerick...

420 the gathering number
Of a retainer who couldn't be any dumber.
An hour it takes
To scour the lakes
And bring back another sea cucumber.