The hungry eyes, harsh as winter frost,
must watch from far away.
They wait in drifts for someone lost,
but no one’s lost today.
Wind cuts through the falling snow,
above the camp with a keening cry.
Tohunga huddle in a fire’s glow,
but they’re safe beneath Kopaka’s eye.
-Takua the Chronicler; “On Ihu’s Slopes” [1 BR], Proverbs from the Island of Mata Nui . 7 AR.
this is actually really nice!
i love it, very fitting for a ko-matoran
Really nice and cozy feeling
I’ve had this poem open in a tab several days now, at the back of my mind. I wanted to give you some recognition, but when you make something look so easy, sometimes it’s challenging for people to say anything about it. These poems fill me with an atmospheric, mnog-y feeling that is both nostalgic and adventurous. I hope you will treat us to more of them.
Ah this is a nice little poem. You’ve done a pretty good job at describing a scene with few words, very neat.
Thank you so much, I really appreciate this comment, along with all the others! You’ve described the feeling I was trying to convey better than I could have put it 
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I’m intending to make one 8-line poem for every element, then see where to go from there. Once the first six are completed, who knows? I’d be open to taking suggestions!