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.
Love the picture but best of all the poem. I love this..... They knew no hate. Sometimes I think we are too quick to judge people. After all there is more to a person then just a cover. It is what inside that counts. This was Awesome it made you think.
Aw this is so awesome! I love the fourth stanza :) cause its so true. People, and apparently other creatures, have the unfortunate tendency to judge and hate what they don't understand. It's because they're afraid and instead of taking the time to get to understand it they would rather cast it away and avoid it. Which is sad because if people kept open minds they would learn so much about the world around them and who/what they share this world with. Plus this is such a great write, it should be made into a children's book, fully illustrated, the whole nine yards. It would teach them a great moral lesson! haha. Thanks for posting this :)
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