The Wondrous Trio

A poem about the unspoken heroes who stay strong. A poem for the children who are constantly neglected and abused.

Weathered down and rusted in a leather cage it’s bounded…

Plastered with the blood of war and thus I’m once reminded…

Deep in the caverns and dungeons old

Where creatures lurk with hearts of cold

A story’s there that’s to be told

Of the heroes who have passed by

The strong wolf whose moral stays high, a warrior made in her own right

She watched her family burn, in spite; she cursed the dark of night

Deep in the caverns and dungeons old

Where creatures lurk with hearts of cold

A story’s there that’s to be told

Of the heroes who have passed by

The sly snake that stays by her side, a cunning rogue who tricks the mind

Disowned at birth, she smiles wide, revenge she won’t despise

Deep in the caverns and dungeons old

Where creatures lurk with hearts of cold

A story’s there that’s to be told

Of the heroes who have passed by

The graceful rabbit tags along, a glorious archer that can’t go wrong

A hectic life where he held his tongue, a life that once had stung

Deep in the caverns and dungeons old

Where creatures lurk with hearts of cold

A story’s there that’s to be told

Of the heroes who have passed by