Something I wrote for a quickly formulated character based off the poem by Edgar Allan Poe in a style I use specifically for that character. Hopefully it isn't too cringe worthy.
☾The night winds blew
with such a ferocity that
the youngest members
of the kingdom
lie awake in their beds,
trembling under their sheets
as each gust of wind
wracked the shutters
on their closed windows.
Their panicked cries
could be heard from
the emptiest streets in
the emptiest villages
to the sleepy halls of the
abandoned castle that
loomed over them like a
Pyroar waiting to strike.
The "queen"
(or so she was thought to be)
of the castle that
loomed above the little villages
and above the sea,
who was cleverly named
Annabel Lee, covered
her pointed ears in
a vain attempt to keep the
annoying sounds from
reaching her canine sensitive
ears.
A growl of discontent
soon after made it clear
that the vulpine was
less than pleased with
the results.☽
"One of these days,
I think I will get rid
of all the whining brats
myself."
☾the disgruntled nobility
mumbled with a growl,
glad that no one else
was up and about to
hear her rambling to
herself like a madwoman.☽
"Gah!"
☾the Zoroark groaned
as she began to make
her nighttime escape.☽
"Maybe a little
hint of night air will
clear my head."
☾And so,
with the watchful eyes
of the half moon upon
her furry figure,
she ventured out
into the star-filled night.☽
