Scrapbook poems

Slavers and Guardsmen are their enemies

Rumrunners and Theives, their heros

Bandits and pirates are their army

For they are Outcast

Crimes unpunishable are their deeds

Men of will

that could not be chained

A will that could not be broken

Women of grace

but with a fire

A fire that cannot be watered

For they are outcast

Legends disown them

Storytellers forget them

but prophicies claim them

and their lives are alone

For they are outcasts

Author's Notes/Comments: 

wow im so sorry you had to read that, i promise my writing gets better

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