The green brute stood on the side of the road as a large group of elves passed him by they paid no attention to him, not even a momentarily sideways glance
He began to wonder why the gods had chosen this monstrous fate for him why couldn't he walk with elegance or even go inside the villages
His kind was loathed by everyone hated and feared by even the lowest of criminals, saddened he watched the faction stride on
Alone the goblin turned back into the great woods where he hid from the hunting parties sent to kill what they didn't understand
There he would find solace and peace amongst the ancient trees with the woodland creatures that knew no hate for this mutant
Besides this wasn't just any goblin he wasn't hell bent on chaos he lived in a humble hut deep within the thicket and enjoyed the small things
Although created by wizards to wage
their long and destructive wars
and yes maybe he is an abnormality but yet he breathes the same air
Written for the Competition-of-Skilled-Poets...This has also inspired to do a collection of fantasy poems as well...Besides horror it is my favorite genre..xx
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I can definitely see you expanding this further. Creating an entire story around his desire to be recognized for what he is, and the strides and pitfalls he would endure along the way. By itself though, it's a description of a character that is relatable to, even though I can safely assume most of us aren't actual goblins :P Nice write.
Have you ever read Chaucer? This really reminds me of the Cantebury tales lol. Glad to see some fantastic imagination still breathes ferociously in the world.
Wow, sometimes i feel like this goblin. i feel a deep connection to this piece. people are afraid of what they don't understand so they cast it aside and shame it. when they really should embrace the goblins uniqueness =)
Wonderful poem!
Stunning, and so nice to read a poem or story that challages preconceptions. A wonderful poem?story/novel. Anything that you want it to be. You could leave as is or develop it. A wonderful work, loaded withideas, themes, language..Terrificc.
Delightful! This would actually make a great story. You capture a lot of his emotion and feelings of being outcast well. I would love to read a physical description of the goblin. Can goblins really be nice? Quite possibly, it seems.
THERE ARE MILLIONS OF THESE GOBLINS OUT THERE. AS A MATTER OF FACT IM SURE THERE IS ONE RIGHT NOW, WHO IS READING THIS AND SAYING "THIS IS SO ME". I LOVE HOW YOU USED FICTION AND HOW MUCH REALISM THERE IS IN IT. THIS IS REAL. THIS IS EVERYDAY LIFE FOR SOME PEOPLE. OUTSIDERS.
I really like his heart motive statements and qualities..would you write a story or two using this idea?..lets see stories about a nice goblin...1.... people who would read them..hmmm?
Poor goblin, though many of us feel that way. Misunderstood and alone, finding solace in the small things and in the comfort of our own homes. You portrayed those emotions well and the final line of "yet he breathes the same air". All men, and goblins, are created equal and should be treated as such :)
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