AN: This poem is about Sora. I finally fixed it because it was messed up,
so here it is. Thanks to all my reviewers! Please R&R!!! (

He Didn't Ask

He didn't sign up on a list

He didn't ask for any of this

He was specially chosen by the light

To take up the difficult task to fight

He was chosen to be the Keyblade Master

To save all worlds from disaster

He went from being a small island kid

To being a hero and having to rid

Of all the Heartless and all the bad

Despite his victories he's still sad

'Cause he didn't volunteer for this job

He was suddenly whisked away in a mob

And sent to other, far away worlds

Separated from all he knew his journey unfurled

He didn't have a say in his destiny

But he went along with it even though he didn't see

Why he was chosen, why he was picked

Out of everyone else he felt he'd been tricked

'Cause he was pulled away from a simple life

And brought into a complex one filled with strife

He didn't beg to be the Keyblade bearer

He thought choosing someone else would be fairer

'Cause he was inexperienced, he was young

Despite that the new title on him was flung

But he accepted his fate, and decided he was glad

For being called the Keyblade Master isn't so bad!!