Poem The Sinner and the Saint

[Tangerine]

The Sinner and The Saint

The first time they met was near Serenes, as the Forest's fire burned.
She was young and left without a home,
While he, older, was going to roam.
The sinner, not yet sinned, took the saint not-yet-saint
And brought her to a church in the north.
From him she found a new beginning,
And from her he gained the will to go forth.

The second time they met was near Nevassa, as Daein declared war.
He killed the only teacher he had ever known,
While she left her dearest friend all alone.
The sinner, now stranger, spoke with the saddened saint,
And they briefly forgot their pain.
From him she gained direction,
And from her he found a way to ease his strain.

The third time they met was near Nados, as the Crimeans closed in.
He had lost a close friend, perhaps more,
While she couldn't find her dearest from before.
The sinner, now Knight, passed by the searching saint,
And she thus kept him straight on his path.
From him she found the courage to continue on,
And from her he gained the strength to control his wrath.

The fourth time they met was near a forest, as liberation loomed.
His days seemed ready to fill with strife,
While she, careless, risked losing her life.
The sinner, as Knight, saved the sleepy saint,
And restored her to Nevassa, her rightful place.
From him she gained a brighter future,
And from her he found some sense of grace.

The fifth time they met was at a river crossing, as battle began anew.
He had lost his faith and only liege,
While her hope was being besieged.
The sinner, still Knight, helped the struggling saint,
And kept Daein alive in the fight.
From him she found a pillar of support,
And from her he gained a sense of what was right.

The sixth time they met was in a desert, as Senators scrambled to flee.
He aimed to save this girl and his master,
While she aimed to save the rest from disaster.
The sinner, Black Knight, addressed the selfless saint,
And bid she head to safety to no effect.
From him she gained determination,
And from her he found that destiny he'd reject.

The last time they had met was in a tower, as Ashera announced the end.
He wanted to realize his one constant goal,
While she wanted to save him, in body and soul.
The sinner, true knight, saw the silver-haired saint,
And knew he could not remain as her guide.
From him she found the key to salvation,
And from her he gained meaning as he died.

[Balcerzak]

Definitely a lot of thought went into this. There are so many things it deserves praise for: It keeps to its chosen rhyme-scheme well, the clever progression in the descriptions for both "sinner" and "saint", the hints of alliteration. There were a few minor moments of slight awkwardness perhaps, but on the whole this was artfully done. I'm quite impressed!

[Kakeyo]

I really like this piece! Poetry is a difficult medium, but I feel you did it justice (and the source material justice) with your theme/rhyming scheme.

One of the best written works in this contest, in my humble opinion. :3

[Jedi]

Nice piece here, I used to write poetry back in the day. I couldn't match this at all ^^

[Snike]

Thanks for the praise guys, and the support in the first round.

Would anyone want me to break down the poem in thread? I'm not sure how clearly the content was received, and if I were to do it, it might be easier for people unfamiliar with poetry to get a grasp of it.

Also, Bal, could you point out the awkward spots? I'd like to fix those up in the future.