By Heir of Darkness
This late night-walker,
Running in the forest,
The moon is full,
He's got to go home,
Does not know what's coming.
This young gifted flyer,
High above the ground,
Frees his soul, passes the ball,
Dives and loops with pride,
Does not see fate nearing.
This born-mischief maker,
Hits his desk with his fists,
Laughs and grins at his teacher,
Covered in green slime,
Will face the worst nightmare.
This little crying boy
Weeps in a dark corner,
Dries his tears with his sleeve,
Under his classmates' glare,
Will one day take revenge.
That young green-eyed girl,
Skipping in a meadow,
Her parents smile at her,
Her sister scolds,
The fairy-tale's about to end.
When fate will bring together,
These star crossed children,
Walking towards destiny,
It'll be for a purpose.
If one day, an owl,
Comes in from their window,
They'll gasp with joy, and run downstairs,
Holding their future high.
All had been written,
From the beginning of Time,
Friends will die, and be parted,
For Evil awaits …
Disclaimer : I own nothing.
Author's note : Did you like it ? The idea for this one came at midnight
last night, when I was still half-asleep. ::sighs:: Muses …