Oliver Les Demonde
Forest green strands of hair,
Grow serenely down from your head.
Your royal lavender eyes,
Shimmer out even the brightest star of the evening skies.
A smile painted across your face,
Warms all, more than our beloved sun.
Unique in your own ways:
You cook; you paint; you beyblade,
And do it with such grace.
Holder of the mystical unicorn,
A majestic knight,
Using the sacred spirit's horn
To combat your opponent in a fight.
Though you may lose in the game of love,
To your narcissistic blond-haired friend,
A day will come when that special girl of
Which you're destined to be with
Will vow you perpetual bliss till her very end.
A/N: So, how was the little free verse on Oliver? Lots of people may mistake him purposely to be a girl because of his pinkish lavender blade. But hey! Some of us admire him for his skills in cooking, his interest in art, and his courage for having a blade of such colour. I hope you enjoyed the poem. Please review next. If you know of a better title for this poem, please do tell me; I had problems with the titling part. All reviews welcomed. Have a great summer, everyone. ^__^, bye for now.
Next on Chapter 2, a poem on Johnny McGregor.
To Ty-Chan26: Thanks for telling me Oliver's last name. I'm glad to know that you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for the review also.
Disclaimer: Beyblade doesn't belong to me.