A/n: consider yourselves lucky. You are about to read an HOD original poem.
I suck at poetry so this is almost the best you'll get out of me. So now
for a crappy original from HOD.
There I lay,
Looking at the sky,
That little blue ball which is my fairy floats beside me.
We look at the black night sky,
Dotted with stars,
I sit and think
I think about what tomorrow brings,
Another day on an endless quest,
The defeat of evil,
A day of rest,
Or will tomorrow hold my death,]
Only tomorrow will tell.
A/n: remember I said this is CRAPPY because I can't write!
There I lay,
Looking at the sky,
That little blue ball which is my fairy floats beside me.
We look at the black night sky,
Dotted with stars,
I sit and think
I think about what tomorrow brings,
Another day on an endless quest,
The defeat of evil,
A day of rest,
Or will tomorrow hold my death,]
Only tomorrow will tell.
A/n: remember I said this is CRAPPY because I can't write!
