Poem
A bird sets flying around the skies
Wings blazing red, with golden eyes.
Formed to fight darkness, give warmth to the cold
Created by bumblebee, wise and old.
Won they did, but not for long
This is where out story will go on.
Chosen to fight, the Scar will race
Through death and dangers he can face.
Through the air he will fly
Catch a Snidget in the morning sky.
In the castle, were good lights dwell
He will guard right and well.
He's the one we're waiting for
To fulfil his destiny and more.
To take away what darkness is
Surely something we will not miss.
If he'll win we do not know
From what old hags can tell us now.
Shitza: This was written for a assignement last year, about book 1-5. I should perhaps make on for book six. Who knows, hope you liked it! Please review!