Disclaimer: I don't own DA.
AN: I'm working on three stories at once, so forgive me if I don't update
to often.
I'm in a very Ben mood. I've read all these fic's about Ben, and know I
have the urge to write one- or five.
It's a poem, so excuse the stupid rhyming.
But my next poem won't rhyme, but it'll be better (I hope).
All the fics are on a different time scale, and I'm going to try to put
them in order of time.
So, it's been three months since Ben died, what does Max think?
My brother Ben,
We left when we nearly ten.
We were at Manticore till then.
You would write in blood, instead of a pen.
You loved the Blue Lady,
But I thought she was a little shady.
You would pull out teeth,
And be silent like Heath.
And then you went bad,
No longer innocent or glad.
You would hurt and kill,
Not take the pill.
I had to make you leave,
And left you for them to heave.
I miss you,
I had no clue,
That it would hurt this much,
So I pray and hope you have a crutch,
Because I broke your knee,
I hear your voice, and your plea.
And I miss you.
I love you brother Ben.
AN2: LOL!! I can't stop laughing at the rhyme!!!
But I'm going to do a darker version of this poem, and no, it won't rhyme!
I have written all the chapters together, but I'm going to upload them
separately.
Oh yeah, people I'm at NWP too, so I'll have a couple fic's there too.
: )
Review please.
AN: I'm working on three stories at once, so forgive me if I don't update
to often.
I'm in a very Ben mood. I've read all these fic's about Ben, and know I
have the urge to write one- or five.
It's a poem, so excuse the stupid rhyming.
But my next poem won't rhyme, but it'll be better (I hope).
All the fics are on a different time scale, and I'm going to try to put
them in order of time.
So, it's been three months since Ben died, what does Max think?
My brother Ben,
We left when we nearly ten.
We were at Manticore till then.
You would write in blood, instead of a pen.
You loved the Blue Lady,
But I thought she was a little shady.
You would pull out teeth,
And be silent like Heath.
And then you went bad,
No longer innocent or glad.
You would hurt and kill,
Not take the pill.
I had to make you leave,
And left you for them to heave.
I miss you,
I had no clue,
That it would hurt this much,
So I pray and hope you have a crutch,
Because I broke your knee,
I hear your voice, and your plea.
And I miss you.
I love you brother Ben.
AN2: LOL!! I can't stop laughing at the rhyme!!!
But I'm going to do a darker version of this poem, and no, it won't rhyme!
I have written all the chapters together, but I'm going to upload them
separately.
Oh yeah, people I'm at NWP too, so I'll have a couple fic's there too.
: )
Review please.