I've waited so long and this rage is so swift,

Abolishing my steel trap with a monstrous iron fist,

But my words are so used to struggling in chains,

They stutter and falter and never reach the day,

Instead I reveal just what I wanted to rest,

I spill, oh I spill,

The nest,

The nest,

The nest!

Stop talking and lock like you've done for such years,

But it's harder with a weaker material of disappointment and fear,

He's Leaving,

He's turning his back,

He's speaking,

He's not turning back.

His words burn,

Why did I hope?

Time won't turn,

I'm going down that slope.

AN:

I've been trying a few new ways of writing poetry and this is one of them but Hiccup was the inspiration so I hope you like it and what part of the film is this portraying? Review if you know, it's quite obvious. COOKIES FOR ALL!