Edited by ihaveausername at 2018-2-5 21:35
This one's for all the Tinker-talents out there! This one was a little harder, so I'm sorry if it's not as good as the other two talents I've done. As usual, constructive criticism is appreciated. Enjoy!
Tinker Tailor, Soldier, Spy (Which I cannot claim) Wrought-iron, Lost items Both used, all the same Overshadowed by some But otherwise quite prime Exist in shadows, working Until the end of time. No nature; innovation (Important, I can’t lie) Pallor casting over But still daring to try To inventions, we To they entrust And so we see Their talents won’t rust.
EDIT: Hey, I just realized something...I kinda messed up, using the term 'iron' in this poem, since iron is famously hazardous to fairies. I'm going to keep it in there for now, but that might change, and I figured I should probably admit my mistake. Sorry!
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