Hey... I wrote this poem after my little brother ran around saying: "The Track of Doom, the Track of doom!" ... Yeah... It's the second poem I've ever written. (My first was a short one, about my cats, that I wrote long ago.)
----- Flaming Bananas of Doom
NEAR
The halls of darkness grew,
Though no one really knew,
Of all things dark and queer,
The Track of Doom is near.
Around, Artha glanced,
As his dragon's shadow danced.
In his mind drew fear,
That the Track of Doom is near.
Parmon winced and gave a moan,
When a flicker of light shown on a bone.
On his face came a tear,
The Track of Doom is near.
Excited, Lance quickly began to trot,
But Kitt sat back, as in her stomach formed a knot.
She heard a buzz in her ear,
Saying: "The Track of Doom is near."
Nearer the group walked to an open room,
The steps of their dragons echoing with a boom.
The motion rattled the gear.
The Track of Doom is near.
The room is quiet,
No noise and no riot.
Around, they peered,
The Track of Doom has neared.
An orange dragon walks into view,
With a smile that he knew,
That the friends had just appeared,
Where the Track of Doom ever neared.
The dragon's head dips,
As a voice rang from its motionless lip's,
Roaring: "On this day, in this month, in this year,
To the Track of Doom, you have come, yes you are here."
The End
Uh ... what do ya think? Is it good? Well tell me what all ya'all think, 'kay?
---- Flaming Bananas of Doom