[Yuri]

ummm...this isnt a poem, but a story I am writing:

Chapter 1: ( I will only do a few paragraphs for each post)

Dawn comes closer to the little village in the middle of the Azairr Mountains. As sleepy eyes open, they look around to see if there is anyone else awake. Sitting up, silently moving into the other room, he grabs some his weapons. Grabbing some knives and his bow n’ arrows , he slips into the other rooms, swiftly moving to the door, moving about in the still cool early morning, dew still sticking to the grass. Hacking his way into an ox that died in the night, warmish blood covering his hands and clothing. Slinging a huge piece of meat onto his back, he stagers with the weight up the hill. While traveling home, the morning grows thick with fog and darkness, reaching for the door. Upon waling in, he sluggishly throws the meat onto the floor. Cleaning his weapons on his clothing, the woman and children pick pieces of bloody meat off of the floor and wash it in the well. They light their candles, and begin to pray to their god Shamiriouk, to bless their home and their souls, and to give them peace.
As the family sits down to eat, the children wait for their turn as the adults eat their fill. As the adults begin to finish, a hard rasp comes at the door. The hunter, Ki opens the door, only to be shoved aside by the kings army. The men stepped in and grabbed the remaining food from the children, and ate with gluttony. Barking orders for the woman of the home to cook them all the food they had, or it would be the men and children they would be cooking instead. The woman scurried around as the men were forced to grab their weapons and kill their livestock and bring it to the woman cook, and to pack some for their trip in parcels lined with salt, so it would stay fresh. The army men ate their fill, leaving nothing but bits of smashed bone. The drunk army men shoved the woman into making beds for them, shoving about poor Ki and his wife Aragona into making them the preparations for their leaving in the morning.

To be continued…