'Hero'
Through this forest, weapons and all
Runs the greatest hero, standing tall
The one to stop Power's rage
The great one sent by ancient sage
Among the multitude of ages
None other had spoken to all eight sages
He laughed at fear in the face
Fighting with his lethal grace
The one to reverse the curse, the one to set them free
Risking his life, without fee
Run through town, the temple is the key
Pulled the sword to reveal his destiny
In this forest, standing tall
Runs the greatest hero, weapons and all
The one to stop Power's rage
The great one sent by ancient sage
Zis has a very original title, yes?
THIS POEM BELONGS TO ME AND SOLELY TO ME. IT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. IT WILL NEVER BELONG TO YOU. DO NOT STEALZ.
This is a poem I wrote for English class today; I am really very pleased with the result.