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!