Ugh... so bored... so i wrote a poem. No, honestly, you people have no idea how bored I am at the moment. Ah well. I'll get over it.
Brago: Sure you will...
Me: Yes, I will. Now shush already and go bother Sherry or something.
Brago: -raises eyebrow- (wait, he can't he has none) Strange, normally you're the one bothering me.
Me: I told you I was bored. Haha..
Yes well, as you can see I'm bored. And the answer to the last poem was Zatch's POV! Well, hope you like this one! It's late at night so it is probably really bad... ah well!
My King
Patiently waiting
For a sign of hope
Your trust is strong
Like a steel rope
I know that when
I left you that day
You promised me then
That you would become king
But not just a king
But a benevolent soul
The one who'll play
And important role
For all beings
Such as you and I
Every day I wonder
As I look up to the sky
I see your face formed by clouds
And yet, I wonder
How are you doing now?
Have you learned a new spell?
But no matter what
I know you are well
Although I know
This battle may take awhile
I still can't help but wonder
When will I get to see
That benevolent king of mine?
What could it be
That is taking so long?
I grow impatient every day
For our world
Needs someone like you
I wonder if my king will be
More pure than morning dew
Although I know
That he probably already is
But still, I can't help but wonder
When will I see my king?
When I hear the noise of thunder
I look up to the sky
I see that lightning
Lights the heavens
Although it may be frightening
It still calms my nerves
Because it reminds me of you