Here I lay,
in my sea of blankets,
in my room of ice.
Must I wait,
for Him.
He will come.
He will be grand.
He will fly to my room of ice,
on the back of a Night Fury.
He will ask me to fly,
with HIM.
It will be grand,
a night for a perfect flight.
The moon will be full,
and there will be clouds here and there.
And His Night Fury will be invisible
in the sky so no one but
the Night Fury can see us.
Oh, He WILL come.
(i got the night fury from How to train your dragon. i do NOT own the moive or the book. i am just fond of the night fury's design and how they made them look.)
*writen 6/6/10*
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This journal holds all the poems I have writen. I dont just writen cuz that feels weird for some reason. I proabley have bad spelling but whatever. Although they're not like a poem but at the sometime they are...but whatever. =) Enjoy!
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