My friend challenged me to write a fanfiction entirely out of a poem. So, I made this! Oh, and just so you know the person that the story is about is a girl. Anyway, enjoy everybody!
The trees whispered in the wind and the grass murmured in the breeze,
I walk with sword in hand and jump at the sound of rustling leaves.
I hear the hissing, I hear them groan,
Hear a spider prowling, and a zombie groan.
My armor may not be strong enough to stop the beasts,
But I will fight them to my last breath at the very least.
My home is gone, burned to the ground,
Now in the night I roam around.
I am scared, terrified,
I may not live, I will not lie.
As I walk the silent path, I hear a zombie creep up on me,
But as I whirl around nothing but the darkness I see.
My sword held out before me I saw nothing, nothing at all,
Well, besides all the forest's trees that stood unbelievably tall.
I turned around and gasped as there he stood,
A green zombie battered up hood.
In put shock I gave a scream, I gave a yell,
But as I tried to fight the ground was where my sword fell.
I tried to run, I tried to get away,
But the zombie just wanted me to stay.
I should've known taking the pearl would turn out bad,
As I had figured out it had made its owners very much mad.
I turned and fled, the zombie right behind,
I shouldn't have gone that way, but to the dangers I was blind.
The moment I looked back was when I ran into the cave,
And I found that to my fate I was indeed a slave.
I yelled out in fear as the creeper hissed at me, the spider coming down the wall,
I want to bolt away, but found there was no way out, no way at all.
The creatures closed up upon me,
The gore I did not wish to see.
It was a few moments later when in my blood I was laying,
A few moments ago it was I whom the creatures were slaying.
I touched my blood, my own essence,
But I did not notice the shadow coming from the cave entrance.
As I waited for my wounds to take me to my death,
I was rolled onto my back, and word were said.
"My God, what happened?" he exclaimed loudly,
The when I heard the creeper hissing proudly.
"Back, get back you beast!" I heard him yell,
Whether he or the beast was winning I could not tell.
As my eyes closed I felt myself lifted into the air,
He steadied me in his arms and took me out with care.
When I finally awoke I found myself in a warm house,
Outside the room I heard someone humming clear and loud.
I got up from my resting place, and went to see,
When I finally made it out there he turned to face me.
He gave me a warm smile, sat me down, and said,
"Good mornin' to ya miss, would you like some bread?"
I nodded and gave him a smile,
He told me, "All right, but it'll be a little while."
I watched as he walked away and turned to look around,
The house was made of wood, and a small carpet graced the ground.
There was a nice fire that warmed the room and me,
And through a small window some crops I could see.
Though another window I spotted sheep and some cows,
I heard a river in the distance, and a dog barking loud.
I turned to my rescuer as across from me he settled down,
On a small place saw a piece of bread that he put before me without a sound.
"Thank you," with a smile I said,
He smiled back at me and took a bite of bread.
I ate my own and gave a smile at the taste,
It had been awhile before with bread my tongue was graced.
He asked me, "Do you have a home? A place to stay?"
I shook my head, "No, it was burned away."
"Who did that? They must be truly terrible!"
I shrugged, not sure if at the time my eyes were reliable.
"An Enderman, I think." He gasped in surprise,
"An Ederman? How do I know you don't lie?"
"I saw it! I saw it! He burned my house, burned it all,
He had purple eyes, and his black body stood tall.
"He held in his hands a pearl I had taken from a cave,
He had shrieked loudly, calling in his murderous slaves.
"The pearl was his, and it was not mine to take,
But I took it anyway and was faced with fate."
He stared at me, not sure with to say or think,
But after a moment he left the information into his mind sink.
He slowly nodded, then said, "I believe you."
"No one could come up with that, so it must be true."
I nodded slowly and he rose to stand,
"You have no home, so you are welcome on my land."
"Thank you very much! And as soon as I am healed,
I will help you, my talents revealed."
He gave a soft chuckle and a warm smile,
"All right. But that'll be awhile."
After a few months I was of much use,
From one side of the farm to the other with ease I could move.
I lived there happily, and in the hayloft I slept above,
Though without wanting to, or meaning to, I fell in love.
He was smart, clever, brave, and kind,
But to my falling in love with him I was blind.
It just happened one day, poof,
But thinking it over my mind was aloof.
"What is the matter, are you all right?"
I gave him a smile, my own feelings trying to fight.
"I am fine, no need to worry," I assured my friend,
He nodded and we worked until the day was at its end.
In the evening at the table we sat,
We ate dinner but conversation we lacked.
I paused a moment, and looked up at him,
Wondering loving him was really such sin.
On the morrow he approached me at midday,
As we talked about the work, three words I could not say.
For the next week or two my heart was heavy with mental weight,
I thought about my love for him, what if I told him and it was to late?
In that day's evening I sat by the warm fire,
And about the day, and him, I conspired.
He came inside, and settled himself to my right,
Both of us shivering in the cold fall night.
He scooted closer to the flames, beckoning me to him,
I did as asked and sat by his side, my heart wondering again.
He wrapped a blanket around me and there we sat,
Myself still wondering were my heart was at.
As I wondered silently I did not notice him looking at me,
Wondering about the girl he was seeing.
Maybe I was worrying him at the time,
But I couldn't notice, still thinking about my maybe crime.
That night I slept leaning against the battered old chair,
He stayed with me, running his fingers through my hair.
I awoke leaning against him, the day not yet begun,
I looked out the window and found I had woken before the sun.
I looked over and found him looking at me with a smile of kind,
He chuckled lightly and said, "Did you really think that to your feelings I was blind?"
I sighed and said nothing, nothing at all,
He grabbed me by the hand and together we stood up tall.
His hands entrapped my face and pulled me towards his,
I tensed in surprise as my mouth touched his lips.
He pulled away and spoke, "It's been almost a year,
Since I found you, the creepers near."
"Did you really think, that I would not fall for you?
A girl lovely, only saying what is true?"
"I was the hero, and you the damsel in distress,
And no worries, with your feelings I will not mess."
I smiled and hugged him tight,
Not knowing that I we would be attacked that night.
Even though all was calm I knew something was not the same,
There was a hiss, the dog shrieked, and that's when they came.
The creepers, zombies, the whole lot,
It was my fault this terror was brought.
I couldn't save him, though I did try,
At the end I fell to my knees and cried.
The Enderman, he came as well,
He watched as to the ground my tears fell.
I ran back inside, getting the pearl and holding it out,
"Here, take it and leave! Isn't this what it's all about?"
The Enderman then stood at full height,
And I could see why he was called the fight of the night.
He let out a loud shriek, turned, and fled,
Leaving me as my mental heart bled.
I rushed to his side, kneeling by him,
"Wake up, wake up!" I yell, making a din.
A few animals scurried, and the dog yelped,
I touched his chest, and his heart pumping I felt.
For the next few weeks and tended my love,
Praying to whatever Gods laid above.
I worked the farm all on my own,
Making sure the harvest was sewn.
Days, then weeks went by,
And every night I'd stay by his side.
After a month or so he awoke,
He looked over at me and spoke;
"My love, am I truly alive?
I ask, because I know you would not lie."
I hugged him with a happy yell,
"You are, you are! A lie I do not tell!"
He smiled and hugged me tight,
"Did we defeat the evils of the night?"
"I gave it back, I gave him his prize,
I gave the pearl to the fright of the night."
He nodded slowly and gave another smile,
"I hope I was not gone, for long while."
I shook my head, "No my love, you were not,
And I am sorry, for the trouble I sought."
He kissed my forehead, "It's all right, you did not know,
"What would happen, you didn't know what fate you had sewn."
I nodded and held him tightly with a smile,
At least he did not die, and I was not alone for a long while.
I will never forget his eyes,
They were evil, but wise.
His mouth was filled with with teeth,
Covered with dead meat.
But most of all, I will not forget his might,
No, I will never forget, the fright of the night.
I did it! I really did it! Whoo-hoo! *chuckles* anyway, I will be writing one other poem called 'The Fight of the Night', all about when the Enderman, creepers, zombies, and the like.
Thanks for reading, please review, and have a bow chicka bow wow day!
Perla: And may it be the best one ever, of all time.