A little while ago, I offered a personalized poem to anyone that wanted one, and the only response was from Kayle. I wrote this poem about his fursona, Kayle Storm. I finished it more than a month ago, but I finally decided to post it here.
If anyone else would like one, I'd be glad to write some more. To Kayle StormWhen nature created you
From the tips of the Eastern Alps,
Scraping snow off from
The summit just south of Munich,
Looking down on Austria and Germany,
Crystal sickles glimmered in sunshine.
A whisp made you a vagrant spirit,
No 'kern,' no line to follow, no
Conductor to your untouchable melody,
Drifting through abandoned hearts.
I heard it once and saw how love had
Made you whole, handing you the bass
As you grasped your vocalist. Grasp
The air when the sky plummets. Though
Triads turn dissonant, know freedom comes
Not through rebellion, but with
An arm around you, holding you above
Love's tearful solitude. While November
kills golden lilies, snow gleams
With majesty only found in dreams.