The Hidden Library of House Mormont

Poem- Warrior Queen

Her
sword gleams
with old blood
from foes she slayed
night and day until
victory on the field.
Dust cloaks her battle-worn shield
as she steps swiftly homeward-bound
to a waiting castle where at last
she may rest her head and slip into peace.



Citadel Task 28 (Pick any 10 different forms of poetry and experiment with them. Forms can be of your choice, but you have to write poems based on each form.
Form: Ethree
Line Count: 10
Word Count: 44