"Brago...Brago...Brago..."
The voice called out to the mamodo...
Where was it coming from? Who was calling for him?
"Brago...Brago...Brago..."
The light was dim as he wandered through the trees.
He came across a hive of bees,
of which he was allergic to.
"Brago...Brago...Brago..."
Under the summer rain,
Braho came across grain.
"Grain in a forest?" he muttered.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Brago! Brago! Brago!"
And Brago looked up to see boulders...
Falling boulders that came tumbling down.
He frowned...
And ran like hell.
He ran and ran, and heard bells...
Funeral bells...
His life flashed before his eyes.
He looked back and the boulders had caught up...and he dies.
This was the end of poor Brago.
Curiousity did kill the cat...
Well, curiousuty killed the mamodo in this case.
A/N- I hope you all enjoyed another wonderful random death poem. I would appreciate if no one flamed or reported us, because frankly, we are not breaking any rules by doing this. Any suggestions would be welcome though. Thank you.