Disclaimer- YOU GUESSED IT

Disclaimer- YOU GUESSED IT! I don't own Inkheart. So um, actually, this is one of my worst poems. I can write better ones, but we're almost in the middle of a tornado, and I probably shouldn't be on the computer anyway.

With a heart carved from ice,

A smile anything but nice;

Gleaming, eager eyes

Which ambition drives.

The small old house

Is already gasoline doused.

A scream through the night,

He begins to fight.

A push to the ground,

His gun's loud sound.

A fire starts,

Breaking hearts.

'Job well done',

He begins to run.