SamsonTailchaser sent me some helpful insight on his character Samson. I was so intrigued I spent a good hour writing this poem. We talked about it some and he gave me some helpful insight and criticism. Here is what I have come up with.

I ran between the endless fields
Dashing and darting
Biting and snarling

The crows begin to climb on high
They circled seeing
Intent on being

Life is way to fun to care
About stupid birds
In stupid air.

I ran beside the little farm.
My master brings his friendly arm
To rub my ears.

We greeted and romped
Until we stopped
Another day gone to end

Shining day to shining day
We’d play in the forests
We’d play in the hay.

But on that day
When the hay grew thin
When the barley grew pale
When the sky shone dim

The crows did fly beyond again
They circled seeing
Intent on feeding.

A siren in the distance
A shuddering crash
A cry for help
A pitiful yelp
A tiny squeak
Master, may I speak?
Where has the light gone?
Where has your voice gone?
Where have I gone?
I walk like you now master.
Please, where are you?
Please, I just want to run.

I ran beyond the walls of time
Biting and sniffing
Barking and talking.

I ran toward the gates of hell
I broke the clock
A whip of my tail

The clock the clock
I chase I chase
The clock begins to turn

A whip of my tail
The clock is gone
I chase it ever still

Towards the valleys
Beyond the glen
Lies a time within a when

When I see
The clock again
Fetch it I shall
And chase it again
Until the sun is no longer shone
And I can finally return home.