Can you write me a very very very long pome about Tink aka Kalamar form the WingFeather Saga books?
I want you to include his transformation and how it affected his life in the Green Hollows. I also want you to include how his eyes turned from mindless yellow to blissful blue. Refer to it as the Maker's blessing.
I don't want you to use the titles of the books or chapters from them.
In the heart of the Green Hollows, where shadows danced with light,
Lived a boy named Tink, with a heart pure and bright.
A humble janitor, with eyes of yellow hue,
Unaware of the destiny that awaited him, so true.
But one fateful day, the Maker's blessing came,
And Tink's life would never again be the same.
Transformed he was, into Kalamar the fierce,
With wings of fire, and a heart that would pierce.
No longer a janitor, but a hero in disguise,
Kalamar soared through the skies,
Protecting the Green Hollows, with courage and might,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest of night.
His eyes, once mindless yellow, now a blissful blue,
A reminder of the Maker's grace, so true.
No longer bound by earthly chains,
Kalamar's legend forever remains.
So remember the tale, of Tink turned Kalamar,
A hero among heroes, a shining star.
In the Green Hollows, his legacy lives on,
Forever remembered, until the break of dawn.
Okay, That is not Tink at all.
Tink isn't a janitor in the Green Hollows; he and his family moved there for safety and refuge. Would it help if I told you that his last name was Wingfeatger?
He also never gained wings. He was turned into a fang in the Deeps of Throg while Artham, his uncle, watched.
So could you please rewrite the pome and make it longer with these modifications?
In the depths of the Green Hollows, where shadows cast their spell,
Lived young Tink Wingfeather, a boy who bore it well.
With his family by his side, seeking refuge in their flight,
Unaware of the dark forces that lurked in the night.
But darkness descended, in the form of wicked Fangs,
And Tink's fate was sealed in their deadly pangs.
Transformed he was, into a creature of the deep,
A Fang with fearsome power, no longer able to sleep.
Artham his uncle, watched in sorrow and in awe,
As Tink was taken by the Deeps of Throg's cruel claw.
No longer a boy, but a Fang in disguise,
With eyes that gleamed with fervor, beneath the star-lit skies.
His existence now bound to the depths so dark,
Tink Wingfeather, once light, now bore a fearsome mark.
Yet in his heart, a flicker of hope remained,
A reminder of the Maker's grace, unchained.
So remember the tale, of Tink Wingfeather's plight,
A boy turned Fang, in the shadow of the night.
In the Green Hollows, his legacy lives on,
A symbol of courage, until the break of dawn.
Better, but don't mention Artham and don't make the whole poem about the Deeps of Throg. You can still put that story somewhere; I just don't want that to be the main focus. \
I want to know what happens after he's transformed into a mindless crule fang, like the eye turning form yellow to blue can stay.
I also want to know how he's treated in the Hollows.
And Kalamar didn't live in the Green Hollows he lived in skree
In the midst of Skree where the sky meets the land,
Lived Tink Wingfeather, with his fate in hand.
Transformed into a cruel Fang, his eyes glow yellow,
Mindless and fierce, his spirit felt so hollow.
But a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light,
As the Maker's blessing shone so bright.
His eyes turned from yellow to blissful blue,
A sign of grace, a promise so true.
In the bustling city of Skree, he roamed,
A Fang among friends, no longer alone.
Treated with kindness, despite his new form,
Accepted and loved, his heart began to warm.
The people of Skree saw beyond the Fang,
To the boy within, with a heart that sang.
Kalamar, they named him, a hero in their eyes,
A symbol of courage, beneath the starry skies.
With wings unseen but a spirit that soared,
Kalamar embraced his new form, adored.
In the Green Hollows, his legend grew,
A beacon of hope, in skies so blue.
So remember the tale of Tink Wingfeather's plight,
A boy turned Fang, in the shadow of night.
Transformed by the Maker, his eyes now aglow,
Kalamar's story, a legend to show.
Better, keep the modifications from my previous notes. I'm only going to add more.
He didn't roam Skree as a fang of dang, he roamed the Green Hollows, where he was not welcome.
He was treated like the rest of the Fangs, A monster, a villain, a mindless slave the Gnag the namless.
So could you rewrite the pome but with these modifications and keep the old modifications as well?
In the heart of the Green Hollows, where shadows lingered long,
Lived Tink Wingfeather, a boy who once was strong.
Transformed he was, into a cruel Fang by night,
His once bright eyes now glowed with an eerie light.
The Maker's blessing upon him shone,
Turning his eyes from yellow to a blue of their own.
But in the Hollows, he wandered alone,
Treated as a monster, the others prone.
A villain, a mindless slave to the Gnag the nameless,
Kalamar faced hatred, his heart feeling aimless.
But in the depths of his soul, a flicker of hope,
A reminder of the Maker's grace, helping him cope.
Soaring through the skies of the Green Hollows, so vast,
Kalamar found solace in the wind, free at last.
Accepted by few, but scorned by the many,
His tale of transformation worth more than any penny.
His wings unseen, but his spirit strong and true,
Kalamar embraced his new form, in skies of blue.
A hero among villains, a light in the dark,
A symbol of hope, leaving his mark.
Remember the legend of Tink Wingfeather transformed,
From a boy to a Fang, his spirit untamed and unharmed.
In the Green Hollows, his story lives on,
Kalamar, a hero, until the dawn.
You don't understand where I'm getting at.
Tink lived in Skree and then moved to Green Hollows with his family, who could see past the Fang fur.
And he doesn't have wings, he was transformed into a Grey Fang, wich is a wolf looking fang.
Please rewrite the pome with these modifications and the previous ones as well.
In the city of Skree, where the sky meets the land,
Lived Tink Wingfeather, with fate in his hand.
Transformed into a Grey Fang, his eyes a haunting glare,
A wolf-like creature, with a spirit laid bare.
The Maker's blessing upon him shone bright,
His eyes turning from yellow to a serene blue light.
Moving to Green Hollows, with family by his side,
Who saw past the Fang fur, where love did reside.
But in the Hollows, he faced scorn and fear,
Treated as a monster, the end drawing near.
A mindless slave to the Gnag the Nameless so dark,
Kalamar became a symbol, a light's spark.
Roaming the Hollows, where he was not welcome,
A hero in hiding, where courage had become numb.
His wings unseen but his spirit fiercely strong,
Kalamar carried on, righting the wrong.
From Skree to the Green Hollows, his journey so bold,
A tale of transformation, a story untold.
Tink Wingfeather, now Kalamar, a hero unknown,
A beacon of hope, in the Hollows he's shown.
Remember the legend of Tink Wingfeather's plight,
A boy turned Fang, in the darkness of night.
Transformed by the Maker, his eyes now aglow,
Kalamar, a hero, in the Green Hollows' flow.