Ok I wrote this about a year ago, and needless to say my style has changed very much, but please enjoy!


Many sit and talk of bravery
flying arrows and gleaming swords,
but it never occured to me
how much braver I'd have to be to face a wicked horde

How many times have I thought to fight?
Of gallant things good and right
But then the enemy gets the best of me
that ever effects my destiny
How many times I've thought that way
But I'd never get through the night
But I think this every day...
I wish i'd stand and fight


The young mouse maid gazed forlornly at the taspestry.....