This piece of paper you are holding
is more than 1000 years old.
And even though I may seem tough.
My pages are starting to mold.
Some time ago, when I was wrote,
and witches barely lived,
I took it upon my duty
to write this story (its not a list).
Long when I was nice and young,
a girl came into school,
with tattered robes and beated shoes that almost fell apart.
This little girl had great power,
more than I will ever have.
She went through school silently,
like any humble lad.
Suddenly in her last year,
She dissapeared into dust,
and didn't come back ever,
not when I was nearly crushed.
So let's get on with this tale,
as I am getting curled,
and maybe you will understand,
the tale of this young girl.
P.S. Hopefully you like my composition! I'll post the first part of the real story soon.
