I love prose. And like Zidane, I had to reread it to fully appreciate it.
A character is like a weapon, made by a master smith.
Shaped by the blows of chance, upon the anvil of the world of Alora.
Forged in the heat of battle, quenched in their own blood.
But if they prove true, and show no flaw.
Then they are a suitable weapon for the hand of Celeborn.
Adapted from my work entitled Life as it appeared in The National Library of Poetry, 1997.