Annah of the Shadows

[Brometheus]

Annah of the Shadows, nimble and sly,
With daggers in hand and a twinkle in her eye,
She walks the streets of Sigil with a swagger and a sway,
Her words sharp as her blades, ready for any fray.

Born in the Hive, in the filth and the grime,
She learned to survive with cunning and rhyme,
She joined the Nameless One on his quest for truth,
And in her heart, she carried a flame, bright and uncouth.

She teased and she taunted, but always with care,
For deep down, she knew the burdens he did bear,
And in the end, when all was said and done,
She stood by his side, a loyal companion.

Annah of the Shadows, a thief and a friend,
With a spirit unbroken, that refused to bend,
She fought with valor, and always with style,
A true ally, in the Nameless One's trials.

[Annie Other]

Nice poem.

[Brometheus]

Updated my journal :)

[grasowka]

Beautiful !

[philos3]

Excellent work!!

[Exarch_Alpha]

I like it. Annah is always in my party along with Morte and Dakkon.

[IKosaedro]

Great!!