Sorry for the long wait but my computer broke once again. Well I have three mire poems done and here is the first one. It's Riku with silver wings. Cool eh?
Always acts so smooth and clever
Bonds so tight you can not sever
Hard to scratch and hard to bend
Unless a source of heat will lend
The he can flow into a mold
Hardens 'till he's stiff and cold
Or, perhaps, he'll stay flowing
Searching for purpose and never slowing
Though he seems to reflect light
He always keeps the source in sight
If he had wings for all to see
What kind and color do you think they'd be?
So this is my thought swim or sink
They'd be silver don't you think?
If you can't tell I had a little trouble rhyming. I hope you review.