Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Sephiroth]

Far-sighted vision of a distant shore,
Sails unfurled, excitement gripped us all.
Too late the warning from within,
None shall return home once more.

[Teresa Edgerton]

Eyes like seawater and as deep
Circe watches them swim to shore
Some as lovers she may keep
For others she plans something ... more.

[Wiglaf]

Ducking behind a stall, Dustin hid.
It wasn't him that brought the plague.
He had fled home in time.
Wasn't he well when he arrived?
That didn't stop the locals though.
They thought he brought God's wrath.

[Wiglaf]

A light is in the distance.
Laughter floats softly through the air.
The smell of hot supper beckons.
Alone in the cold, I starve.

[Teresa Edgerton]

Very good, Wiglaf!

Hunger sinks its claws in deep;
My throat is dry with thirst.
Yet, I dare not feast tonight;
There is venom in the cups.

[Sephiroth]

Limpid Apsu is the sweet water,
Salty Tiamat is the bitter water.
In the mingling of the waters,
There arose the land of Dilmun.

Dilmun, the land of the living,
The place where the sun rises.

[Wybren]

sweet song birds linger ever long
In the lofty forest berry bushes
darkness approaches, bringing terrors of night
To late! caught by the shadows
lost to us for ever more

[Wiglaf]

How many came to the field?
How few of the brave left?
Many heroic deeds will be remembered.
Yet, none can claim a victory.
Tonight the survivors do their mourning.
Tomarrow they fight again to live.

[Talysia]

I love the Autumn ones!

Belief suspended, great enchantment surrounds me.
I walk in an unnatural realm.
Magic abounds here, as do fairies,
Elves, pixies, and other ethereal creatures.
Delicate and otherworldly, I am entranced,
So that I question even reality.

[Giovanna Clairval]

Light-footed, she enters the joust
and wawes her weapon of red,
'cause kill her foes she must.
Has everyone else gone to bed?

[Wiglaf]

Eyes blinking, my haevy head nods.
It is time to fall asleep.
Wee Willie Winkie won't shut up.
We know all should be asleep.
It is him keeping us up.

[Giovanna Clairval]

But as she is turning, alas,
a knight with a terrible frown,
gallops up at her, and does
throw a secret weapon: she’s down.

[Giovanna Clairval]

Arise, my fair lady, I pray.
I would never dream to slay
such beauty in a sunny day.
Arise! Now I am your prey.

[Giovanna Clairval]

"What have you done, drunken lout?"
The knight now weeps and repents.
And as his knees, trembling, bend,
The beauty his heart rips out.

[Jarshen]

There is no time like now,

To say these words of pain,

But your red lips have parted

And I must fill them again.

So the words are not spoken

That make us broken-hearted.