Hi, it's me again; you're probably wondering why I've updated so many stories all at once. It's because I got a sudden feeling that I NEEDED TO WRITE OR ELSE I WOULD EXPLOOOOOODDDEEEEE!
So I wrote this poem about the Quiglet mountain scene.
This is a free-form poem (I THINK that's what it's called) meaning that it does not rhyme, but still has a rhythm, so you COULD put it to song. In my general opinion, all poems are songs waiting to happen, and vise versa. I tried experimenting with it here. It's only my first time with this sort of poetry, so please don't critique it too harshly, but I think I did pretty good.
Please enjoy.
(Untitled)
High in the mountains,
Where the air hangs frigid,
Sat Violet and
Her newfound fried,
Quigley.
They wondered aloud
Why their parents
Would hide
So many secrets
From them.
As the snow
Continued
To fall,
And day
Became
Night,
The wind blew
Hard,
Ruffling Violet's poncho,
And making
The two friends -
Perhaps more than
Just friends -
Shiver.
"The view is
So lovely
From up here,"
Violet said,
Gazing across
The snowy landscape.
"Very lovely
Indeed,"
Quigley murmured.
The two friends -
Perhaps more than
Just friends -
Smiled at each other
Sweetly.
Quigley leaned towards Violet
Whispering softly.
He kissed her,
And she kissed him back,
And the two friends -
Perhaps more than
Just friends -
Knew at
That instant,
That it would be a very lovely day
Indeed.
END