Joy is the feathered creature
which purches in my soul.
And sings a balad filled with grace

Sorrow is the clothed creature
which hunts the balad singer
peircing it's heart with arrows of hate and anger

Joy can be hurt
but can never perish
it can be misplaced
but never lost

Sorrow can be hidden
and will always be inevitable
it can be placed
but never found

I hope people like it. It talks of joy and sorrow but places them to sound like a bird and a hunter. It reminded me of a story of a man who's uncle killed him to be king. But the man was lucky and was protected by a bird of their land, so when the man died he was transformed into the bird and was said to have lived for eternity. It was in my spanish 1 class. I liked the story.