Milla: Hello people! How are ya!
Bryan: Probably annoyed with your voice.
Milla: (ignores him) I made up this poem in class, it was so boring!
Bryan: Everything in school is boring to you.
Milla: No! I like History, it's not boring. Math is okay. But I HATE spelling . . . .( starts ranting)
Bryan: . . . .
Author's Note: I was going to make this a story at first but I never did, so I made it into a poem. But later on I might make this into a story if people like it.
Warning: It's short, has no cussing but if it becomes a story, it will be Teen.
Bryan: Here's the poem –sigh-
Milla: . . . . I guess Dance is okay . . . .(continues to rant)
Moonlight Blossoms
A beautiful light,
From this star full night.
A falcon's sorrowful screech,
That can only reach,
A young man in leather,
Holding the falcon's feather.
The moonlight's glow,
On the bloody flow.
The silver blossoms blooming,
The young man's scream booming.
His wrathful eyes glowing,
An angry breeze blowing.
The moonlight's blossoms flow,
While making a magnificent glow.
On this saddening night,
In the moon's silver light.
Spencer: Let me guess . . . It was about Bryan and Falborg?
Bryan: . . . When did you guys get here? And yes, your right . . .
Kai: Right before you showed the poem.
Other Blitzkrieg Boyz: -nods-
Bryan: . . . But wh-
Milla: . . . I also like art-NO! I LOVE art . . .(is STILL ranting)
Bryan: . . . .
Tala: (raises eyebrow) How long has she been ranting?
Bryan: . . . Since almost from the beginning . . .
Ian: Did she even breath sense then? (looks at Milla's blue face)
Bryan: Nope . . .
Spencer, Kai and Ian: Oo
Tala: She usually goes longer then that.
Spencer, Kai and Ian: OO/--;
Milla: -breaths deeply-
Everyone else: (sighs with relief)
Milla: I hope you liked my poem and if you think I should still make it into a story, please tell me. . . READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE!
Note: Milla will be updating on 'Returning to My Nightmares' very soon, she just has to redo chapter one (itis a little weird) and finish . . . other chapters.