Yup, this is me trying to write poetry. Sux. Inspired by the poetry of HonestNinja123 and Absol Master. It rhymes. The lines are long, but hey, I'm not a poet.

Just another child born in this world we see as plain life,

In the happiness and light, we can't see the pernicious strife.

Come ice, come eternal winterland.

Then the dark begins to rise. We're ripped apart at its demanding hand.

This atrocity sweeps through the land. It knocks over everything,

So we give up our most courageous fighters to a most terrible suffering.

The sparks fly in the air as they fight, for the human enemy arrows aim,

In the battlefield you fight until your death without a bit of fame.

Still we don't win. Lives are lost, torn apart. You grieve. You wish. You fear.

Yet everything that hurts is a shield to the truth: the chosen one is here.

Chosen one, you look like the little boys we see every day,

But chosen one, you can everything good that's to be wrenched away.

Little boy, can you hear me inside, the anguished screaming?

Come close to me. I can make you believe you are not dreaming.

I've been waiting for you. Chosen one, you are from the prophecy made,

Chosen one, go forth bravely and wield your blade.

Chosen one, you can live to see a new day, no, don't worry, I know you're just a young child.

I'm so sorry, but this is what it is like. The world now is nowhere mild.

You have what is special. You can't die. You were made for the glory, not made to die.

You were made to save the world before you say goodbye,

And I have decimated many but I don't feel proud at all,

I'll have to leave soon and never come back. Fate has made for you a different story. You won't fall.

I'll show you, frightened fighter, and our savior. This is what you are made to be.

You are a knife draped in innocence. Grow and learn, save others, you can't save me

Avenge the innocent, impale the wicked. Take the leader of them all into death.

Know who you are, know what you are meant to be. Live it until your very last breath.

Oh, it's been so long now, chosen one. Years have passed and you continue to win many fights.

You are our only one. Hope emanates from you like ten thousand lights.

Blood falls every day. It keeps falling and seeps into the ground, carmine red.

But they still have to go. Let their blood be shed.

More and more we find out about the past,

Of what has disappeared and what is to last.

And the world dies as its loving ones keep leaving us for the arcane cold,

While we who live want to live to have a story of adventure to be told.

Yes, this story continues. This acid rain hits us like boulders,

We'll still trust you. You have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

So one day you will rise to to take the crown at the top

And one that one day, our happiness can revive for the malicious reign has finally come to a stop.