It started as a simple English assignment,
and escalated into an out of control atomic explosion of creativity. A
collection of poems written by moi. I'm not sure how good they are, but hey,
that's what this site is for, right? Please read and review, I look forward to
perfecting my non-existent poetry skills.

Monday: Read How to Betray a Dragon's Hero

Tuesday morning: received the perfect conditions for assignment

Tuesday day: idea flower in bloom; write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write

Wednesday: feeling wordy, kept going

So basically, I've been on a poetry spree. Strange, because I don't usually like poetry; not good at writing or deciphering it. But, the requirements were perfect, and I got one idea, and another idea, and another idea, and I can only turn in one poem, so here are all of them. (plus, after a while, it just got kind of fun)

Hate poetry? Me too! So only one of these is super deep, with a lot of meaning and stuff. But the others are a little simpler, and some mean what you think from the first read. And just remember! No one has never failed at poetry!

-The person behind TLSAL

Read Book 10 First

A/N: This was the first poem I thought about submitting, but didn't on account of "A Black Star". One of the criteria was it would have to be modeled after "I Hear America Singing" by Walt Whitman. A much lighter poem, more on the pride of America. But we could also write a poem modeled after "I Too" by Langston Hughes, which is a response to Whitman's. So sort of combined them and did a version of both.

The Dragon's Song

I hear the beasts sing of a New World,

A world without humans to discriminate us.

While they sing of our destruction, we sing of theirs.

Even those who have branded themselves as our friend,

Doomed to suffer our fate,

We sing of the day when they, too, are no more.

My brethren have been chained and whipped,

Suffering to know freedom is just out of wings' reach,

Hind'red only by a Jewel of great power.

We have been abused time and time again,

Our talents wasted on trivial human efforts,

Such as the building of Tomorrow.

But I will not allow my brethren to fall.

We noble green bloods will burn the world to ash ten times over

Until the bane of our existence is no longer here to torture us.

Our worst fear is being locked up

No longer free to traverse the land, sky, or sea.

Beasts both mountainous and microscopic are being used for labor,

And I have had enough.

There is one who promises to save us

And I might believe he would try.

But the humans have tried to rescue us twice before,

And twice they have failed.

The future and the past have told me

Peace between our races is impossible

Hiccups such as that boy are annoyances.

Accidents are accidents.

If he had not been born, I would have killed that hook-handed fiend by now

And the humans would be under our rule

He is my reason for not having succeeded.

Before Doomsday of Yule is over,

I swear he will be out of my way.

He will never be king,

He will never learn the secret of the Jewel,

And he will never reach Tomorrow.

I hear the beasts singing, and he sings with them.

But while he sings of our freedom

We sing of his end.

Read Book 10 First

A/N: The reason for this being written is in the description for The Dragon's Song

I Too Hear the Beasts

I too hear the beasts singing.

I even sing with them, the song of such magnificence.

I sing with you as well as my fellow man

And if you were to let me live,

I would vow to liberate all and learn from the errors of those before me.

I beg you to end this war

For I would fight with you if allowed the chance.

We gain nothing from it,

Instead losing so much.

You cause your fellow greenbloods to suffer because of your stubbornness.

Our battle is pointless, so why do you continue?

For we share the same enemy, and if you carry on hunting me down,

That treacherous villain will be given the secret of your doom,

Whilst I would strive to fix our mundane mistakes,

And keep your kind for years more.

You do not seem to understand how like you I am.

I too am discriminated,

And outcast marked as a slave,

Even doubted by my own followers,

If you would rest your furry

We could work together for a better Tomorrow.