Way of the Witcher
Updated: Jun 17
The entity with eyes of gold, powers that shifts molds,
Toss the Witcher a coin, a service of blood to behold.
Word in Oxenfurt, they are heartless, Triss, and Yennefer decline.
They have seen through the Axii, mind control where he can hide.
Creatures who enter his heart, forced to break down the walls,
Like Nograd, impregnable, scholars say they will never fall.
They call him butcher of Blaviken, a battle he did not wish,
Majorities curse at Geralt, no rest for this….
Cries for help erupt, when Alghouls are roaming, Gryphons in the nest.
Population now hailing the demon, the best, the best, the best.
His heart beats truly for she so powerful, Ciri is the one.
Through the Witcher’s existence, never understood.
Now all is done, he rides into the sun, who follows beside?
It’s dandelion… Roach galloped, they left him behind!
By Ellis Robinson
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©