Post by *~*RainbowPass*~* on Jul 22, 2012 14:40:53 GMT -6
I am a 10th of any rouge,
A half of any male,
And this is were i start my story, Listen and i'll tell.
If one should start to attack,
Hurt or even kill,
My father would be garuding, upon a nearby hill.
That is were we sleep,
Eat drink and live,
My mother and my siblings, Always wanting to give.
Give me my life back,
From the poor start i had,
But along comes a boy.... He was only a lad.
My father had attacked,
scratched and nearly killed,
But then suddenly vanished, but how? He was so skilled.
Months went on and i was still wanting,
Wanting my father home,
But realising, when i saw him dead, full of froth and foam.
That he had been eaten,
Brutily, to his looks,
And Whitewolf could not stand it, so then he shot and took.
Took off to the wild,
Thousands of acers round,
But stopping at ten moons, to a clan that he had found.
They welcomed him and comfort him,
Untill this very day,
Were rouges start to murder,
And this is now no longer play.
He will fight for his clan,
Were he was loved so much,
But this might come to a close, when he takes a massive clutch
A massive clutch of fur
Which was clearly out to fight
But this was put to a end, with one single bite.
Now it may be calm,
Calm that the rouges have gone,
But hoping is not everything, now it is dawn....
Dawn is a new day!
Fresh and hopfully happy
But praying this day, it will not turn out crappy.
A half of any male,
And this is were i start my story, Listen and i'll tell.
If one should start to attack,
Hurt or even kill,
My father would be garuding, upon a nearby hill.
That is were we sleep,
Eat drink and live,
My mother and my siblings, Always wanting to give.
Give me my life back,
From the poor start i had,
But along comes a boy.... He was only a lad.
My father had attacked,
scratched and nearly killed,
But then suddenly vanished, but how? He was so skilled.
Months went on and i was still wanting,
Wanting my father home,
But realising, when i saw him dead, full of froth and foam.
That he had been eaten,
Brutily, to his looks,
And Whitewolf could not stand it, so then he shot and took.
Took off to the wild,
Thousands of acers round,
But stopping at ten moons, to a clan that he had found.
They welcomed him and comfort him,
Untill this very day,
Were rouges start to murder,
And this is now no longer play.
He will fight for his clan,
Were he was loved so much,
But this might come to a close, when he takes a massive clutch
A massive clutch of fur
Which was clearly out to fight
But this was put to a end, with one single bite.
Now it may be calm,
Calm that the rouges have gone,
But hoping is not everything, now it is dawn....
Dawn is a new day!
Fresh and hopfully happy
But praying this day, it will not turn out crappy.
OKAY THIS MUST NOT BE USED THIS IS MY POEM MADE OUT OF IMAGINATION. DON'T USE WITH OUT MY PERMISSION BECAUSE I PUT AGES INTO MAKING THIS POEM. NO COPY CATS!!!
