The wonderings of Larten Crepsley after they found Darren missing. I just sorta though of this one evening, and I think it's pretty good. It started out really gorey, but I deleted those parts, and this is what I ended up with. In case no one can tell, it's from the Cirque du Freak books. That's where the characters and plot come from anyway. I do not own any of the characters (obviously! all of my charecters are from made-up countries), and I am making absolutely no profit whatsoever from this poem. The character's and plot belong to Darren Shan, but these words belong to me (if words could ever belong to anyone).
I blooded a boy,
It was my mistake.
For this I dearly paid,
When he refused to partake.
In time, things changed,
and he proved true.
He spared the life of his one great friend,
who would someday make his bitter end.
He tried to kill me with a rusty knife,
Yet misfortune chose to save my life.
He was a loyal assistant, all in all,
Yet, sometimes he refused to listen to my call.
Brain beat brawn in his case,
And he never lied to save face.
I loved that boy, truly
Even when sometimes he grew unruly.
Now, he has left the mountain in a play of fate
For what reason I shall know at a later date.
But the news of which I truly dread.
What if he is dead?