The Ghost of the Queen
Phantomess
This shall help tie my other poem together. Well, no. But I wanted to write a sequel because sequels are awesome. If you are a Rocketshipper, you will still hate this one. D
James looked at what he had done
And couldn't remember why he'd had so much fun.
What had happened to his brain?
He searched around, but searched in vain.
He took a look at the empty door
And put his head down to the floor.
He looked at Jessie and let out a cry
He figured now was his turn to die.
He put his knife to his own head,
And wondered what it was like to be dead.
But before he pushed it in,
He felt a shiver throughout his skin.
He looked ahead and saw a flair
Of red light floating through the air.
"Why have you done this to me," it asked
The light floated by, moving fast.
His eyes were wide, as it would show,
He opened his lips and said, "I don't know."
Did he really know, he though about what
Jessie had been doing to him, but
There really was no reason there
For him to take a life so fair.
He looked to the door, but couldn't have ran
The last thing he saw was a frying pan.
Phantomess
This shall help tie my other poem together. Well, no. But I wanted to write a sequel because sequels are awesome. If you are a Rocketshipper, you will still hate this one. D
James looked at what he had done
And couldn't remember why he'd had so much fun.
What had happened to his brain?
He searched around, but searched in vain.
He took a look at the empty door
And put his head down to the floor.
He looked at Jessie and let out a cry
He figured now was his turn to die.
He put his knife to his own head,
And wondered what it was like to be dead.
But before he pushed it in,
He felt a shiver throughout his skin.
He looked ahead and saw a flair
Of red light floating through the air.
"Why have you done this to me," it asked
The light floated by, moving fast.
His eyes were wide, as it would show,
He opened his lips and said, "I don't know."
Did he really know, he though about what
Jessie had been doing to him, but
There really was no reason there
For him to take a life so fair.
He looked to the door, but couldn't have ran
The last thing he saw was a frying pan.
