In the dark in the cold

She smelled the fungus, she smelled the mold

She tasted the despair and the fear

She looked at his ear

It was bleeding deep red

She cried, for she knew he was dead

Hit by car he was in the form of a mouse

She slowly walks back to her dreary sad house

The house of death the house of tears

Once she walks in it restarts all her fears

Beast Boy her love

Is now far above

His grave is in the ground

He's lost and will never be found

Her heart feels hollow and hard

It feels burnt and charred

He always called her called her Rae

He did it almost everyday

She didn't like that nickname

She never liked to play his game

She missed him so

Why must he go?

Rae's hero is dead

He died in a pool of red.


Why do I keep writing sad things like this? Sorry that the poetry was so bad, I'm new to the world of poetry. Please review, but no flames please. I REALLY LIKE REVIEWS!

(I don't own Teen Titans.)