In the smallest quarter
The seven children lived
With their father, the leader
Of Koopa's Clan
The eldest four brothers
Fought in the war
They returned alive
With many tales in store
The younger three listened
As the four brothers told
Many stories of hardships
And battlefronts cold
The youngest of the seven
Was most interested in these tales
He would listen eagerly
As each one was unveiled
And the stories inspired him
To be like his brothers
To be strong and wise
To endure the grounds which blood would smother
He tried to impress
The rest of his family
But they thought he was silly
For thinking so wishfully
So one day the child
Went out on his own
To see the quarter
And discover the world alone
His father dragged him back home
Not too soon
He told him, "Don't go out there,
You'll be squashed like a prune."
But the youngest did not listen
Instead he went out once again
He had to know how
He could become strong like the war men
His search made him crazy
Definitely not himself
He longed for more power
And snuck out by himself
He arrived at the ruins
Of a once-mighty kingdom
Ripped to pieces
By a war so gruesome
The search inside the castle
Took many an hour
But the kitchen held
The sought-after power
It was just an amulet
Or at least that's what he thought
But when he took it
That became an afterthought
The child became a dragon
The skeletal sort
That lusted for blood
And such things that made him snort
No-one quite knows the full story
Apart from you and I
But it would be best
To not let this reach his family's eyes
So in the smallest quarter
The six children live
With their father, the leader
Of Koopa's Clan
Howdy! So last night I was in the mood to write a poem, and this was made! I polished it up this morning and made it all rhyme-y. Don't worry, I'm working on the next chapter of Koopa Crisis.
Since I don't have much more to say, I'll see y'all later! Ciao!