Camp NaNoWrimo Victory

    As of tonight, I am officially a winner of Camp NaNoWriMo! Unlike in Script Frenzy and NaNoWrimo, my story has only just begun and is far from being completed. To celebrate my victory, I will be sharing two sonnet/poems that I had mentioned a month or two ago. They are the base of the entire sonnet/poem collection that one day I may just combine to form one long epic poem. Moreover, I will be including six more sentences from "Kuna Zero: A Wanderer's Tale". Enjoy!

"Kuna Zero: A Wanderer's Tale" Excerpt:

    

“Should the spirit world and the mortal world combine into one, neither will exist. Mortals will become immortal, except for deadly wounds, and immortals will be able to die by deadly wounds. Food will no longer be required, and neither will sleep or water. People would become infertile, yet would still grow old and frail.” Her voice began to shake as she finished the paragraph. She handed me the book. 

  

Now for the sonnets/poems.

The Great Raven 

 The Great Raven flies across the sky,

In His endless black cloak,

Consuming the world in His darkness,

From horizon to horizon covered.

The Great Raven's single black beak, as sharp as can be,

Strikes down men, first in the heart, and then the body

As gentle as can be, and yet violent

Like the wars of men that called Him.

The Great Raven's massive talons carry these men,

Like a mother who carries her baby,

But He comes many years past one's start,

Yet takes the young along with the old.

The Great Raven flies to the Great Mountain, 

Carrying all of us along with Him.

-Zero

The Great White Dove

The Great White Dove flies across the sky,

In Her eternal white robe,

Blessing the world with Her white light,

From the paradise we will one day join.

The Great White Dove's beautiful shining beak

Kisses the stomachs of expecting women,

As gentle as can be, yet feared by some, 

Like the love of men that beckoned Her.

The Great White Dove's wonderful talons carry men

Into the mother's arms as her baby,

But She comes whenever She pleases, 

Yet comes if we beckon her so.

The Great White Dove flies from the Great Mountain,

Carrying all of us back here with Her. 

-Zero