Hey its me! I got a bit depressed...and here is the fanfic/poem that resulted from it. It's sort of weird. It just sort of felt like something Peter would say...i guess...
Butterflies:
You're laughing
The meadow's breeze
Touches your face
Like a mother's lullaby.
Tulips blow in the wind.
Roses dance in rhythm.
And the petals flying in the air
Are surely butterflies.
Wooden schoolhouse on the hill.
The ancient teacher's voice rasps on.
You're jumping rope at recess,
And copying numbers on a slate.
No one else pays attention
To the ancient teacher.
Their paper airplanes whizzing by
Are surely butterflies.
You're working at a store now.
Pack the sugar, the flour, and the butter.
You hate life,
You love life.
Adventure from your childhood
Is gone.
But the leaves soaring out the window
Are surely butterflies.
The world tears itself apart.
And men choose to hate.
Land is his, not theirs.
Mine, not yours.
It doesn't matter
To you.
As long as fluttering hair-ribbons
Are surely butterflies.
But it won't be like that
For long.
You get your call.
Adventure has come
You kiss and hug
Your loving family.
The kisses they blow back to you
Are surely butterflies.
Dig, dig, dig.
That's all you do 'round here.
Trenches, shovels, helmets.
Army, war, fighting.
Burrow in the ground
Like moles with spades.
But the clumps of dirt flying through the air
Are surely butterflies.
And into battle
March the brave ones.
A man shoots his gun,
A man falls to the ground.
Another shot.
Burning, fire.
But the flecks of bones shooting through the air,
Are surely butterflies.
Blood soaks the meadow,
The once happy meadow.
Was your life happy once?
You can't remember anything
But war, and death, and hate.
Another shot, and it's all black,
To you. And now
There are no butterflies
Complete dark
The blackness continues forever.
Into infinity
Into forever.
Is it the end?
The end of your life?
But the little light in this shadow,
Is surely a butterfly.
Yeah...this is not very good...but review and tell me how to make it better please!