Soldier, Poet, King.

Pebbles. 

Pebbles were my downfall,

long strides balanced by the grooves in my soles, 

flattened by the pebbles stuck within. 

I carry my weight. I could burn a country down if I wanted to. If I tried to. 

Because I carry my weight. 

They say, Maelan only carries her weight in 

confidence. 

But I know better. I know who I can be. The fire in my palms burns through my skin and powers my sword, ready to swing. I will tear this city down. 

Pebbles 

Pebbles were my beginning 

Small feet galloping between them, feet lifted by their forms. 

I carry my weight. I carry it in my quill 

in my parchment and in my mind. 

I could write a map to the center of the world, if i wanted to. If I tried to. 

Because I carry my weight. 

They say, Filë only speaks in riddles, meaningless formations. 

But I know better. That secret stays with me, right to my chest. 

The scroll in my hand powers my voice, a recital of letters. I will slay them with my tongue. 
Pebbles 

Pebbles were my home, stacked brick by brick around me. 

I carry my weight. I carry it utop my head, on my shoulders, sewn in velvet. 

I could bring every life to its knees. If I wanted to. 

If I tried to. 

Because I carry my weight. 

They say, Rí is weakened, commanded by morality and instructed by faith. 

But I know better. My intentions are true, and power limitless. 

The metal in my mind is a heavy reminder of my purity and authority. My brow is laid in thorn. 


(Inspired by 'Soldier, Poet, King' 'By The Oh Hello's')