Einhar-Themed Talent Competition

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Einar's crossbow (stupid beast attached)

Hope you enjoy exiles:)!

A villanelle by Wraeclast's finest poet—no, not you, Bestel. Einhar loves you though. How fitting for this competition to take place during International Poetry Writing Month!

Survivor? or Food?

We will be best friends, beast—until we slaughter you!
Let us revel in life's simple ways!
You will be a survivor, or you will be food.

Einhar loves beasts! Did you know that?
The First Ones taught Einhar to love.
We will be best friends beast—until we slaughter you!

The end times are approaching. Did you know that?
The First Ones taught Einhar to survive.
You will be a survivor, or you will be food.

Einhar loves poetry! Did you know that?
The First Ones taught Einhar to write.
We will be best friends, beast—until we slaughter you!

The end times are upon us. Did you know that?
The First Ones taught Einhar to survive.
You will be a survivor, or you will be food.

The ancient rituals of blood must be observed,
But you already knew that, my friend. Yes,
We will be best friends, beast—until we slaughter you;
You will be a survivor, or you will be food.


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Hey. There are so many beautiful works! Good luck to everyone <3
Here's my entry. Hope you enjoy it.



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Einhar's Business

Through empty fields and mountains bleak
Einhar wanders alone seeking rhoa's wail.
They fight and banter all tangled up
Until its blood fills First Ones' cup
The mighty Einhar lays big beasts meek

Helped time and again by strong exiles
Witches, Templars, Scions and Duelists
He loves them all, though they forget nets
And know not what their capture begets.
For them an item, one more for the pile

For Einhar, words from the one that was lost
Whispers from the one he misses so dearly
She is a survivor, though she is dead
With red stringy hair she survives in his head
They will meet at the Great Grove, no matter the cost.

Einhar sacrifices beast after beast
Until First Ones' cries fill Einhar's ears.
But his nets never catch another survivor
No sacrifice will ever revive her.
Einhar's hunt continues from west to east

But in all those years searching coast to coast
Einhar never found the Vaunted Great Grove
Where his family, friends, and beloved sleep
Waiting for spiders or crabs from deep.
Until the last survivor leaves his post

Einhar strides through Wraeclast, the hour late
He loves its people, but Einhar is still lonely
Hunting with exiles whose footsteps glow.
They play at surviving, but in the end Einhar knows
Surviving is his burden, the Great Grove his fate.

Hey GGG, fans and players,

Here is my work for you - Einhar waiting for another new adventure in coniferous forests :)

:)

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