With your created pilgrim, write (create) their tale with a poem. (Must be at least 150 lines)
Must use AA/BB rhyme scheme
Context:
Prologue: Within a dark, ruin filled town
A few are seen around tables, looking down.
A small tavern sits in an unsavory inn
This hotel is quaint and holds unlikable kin.
5 Many would say this community was not renown,
The inhabitants lived in a shantytown.
Their infrastructure was not able to sustain,
And with their money, they made bins and barrels of gin.
In a fortunate event for the town,
a group of pilgrims were in bound.
10 The individuals claim to “fight” sin,
And promised to change the tale of time; starting with it’s herein.
Within this group, a young girl stood in a silk dress colored brown.
Her stance stood tall and was profound.
15 Many compared her to Medusa due to her compelling eyes and strong chin.
With that thought ignored, some trusted her and ended themselves in deadly sin.
Her stride resembled one who held a crown,
And no matter her emotions, she was humble enough to never frown.
20 Prior to the adventure, she would travel with the wind for her occupation.
From a young age she was destined to dance with the Earth and spin.
The sand and sea would make time slow down,
And the trees and soil would make her feel regrown.
On slow days she would drink sweet gin,
25 And lay next to the water to take it all in.
She seemed to be misknown,
And had to be alone so she could grow.
Today she stands in a long gown,
With two swords strung and tightly bound.
30 Her arms are covered in a thick jacket made of bearskin,
And a long, white silk sash lays across her chest and back tucked in.
Where she originally comes from is unknown,
But it is clear that an adventure is an ideal she does not turn down.
She claims that her name is, “Lynn”,
35 But her peers were not certain.
Her boots were stained brown,
Her eyes were never drawn down.
With the stance of an assassin,
Lynn was a woman of no origin.
40 She was the one to save this town,
And she would do it without a frown.
