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.