Medieval verse

Art though such a sight to see,

A riddle in a mysetry

Of fallen foes and angry woes,

Hidden for the world to see,

How doth one come to love you so,

When all hearts are flesh and bone,

kept alive through pain and strive

To live the harvest all alone.

If to carry on is nothing new,

My heart does linger in your room,

You dont see, that part of me.

That lives for more than sun and moon.

A river swept me far from you,

with little time for breathing room,

so i held my head, beneath the bed,

Till my water filled lungs balloned.

Dont take no heed of fallen foes,

the river swept them far from home

no tears for me, just leave me be

Im better as someone noone knows.

The sun has set, the harvests here

A villian gone, the world it cheers

that one more thing, to ruin spring,

Has vanished from out future years.

My first attempt at medieval verse poetry.

It really has no focus story, which Medieval verse is build around.
Ill work towards that, but for now I've got to install some more sweet mods on JC2.

EXTENDED GRAPPLE FOR THE WIN!