A/N: Okay well I got this idea when I was writing my autobiography. I think it's pretty good. But I'm no Jane Austen of Robert Frost. Especially not a Kelley Armstrong. Lol.
It was a warm Autumn day in November
The scent of fresh fallen leaves filling the air
The day was almost perfect,
Except that day was the day,
When the Reaper would visit the gloomy city of Buffaloe, New York
That day,
My mother was murdered
Because of I
Little Chloe Saunders,
The girl whom was afraid of her strengths
Because she,
Was a Necromancer
A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. I need some help with poems. I really like 'em but I just can't really distingush them very well. So PLEASE review.