My First Story
This is a poem I wrote. None of this ever happened, though.
Me: Hey, listen to this!
My friend: OK, what is it?
Me: It's a poem! It goes like this:
"Cinders overlay the empty moor,
ashes fill the lakebed.
Now they hear a phoenix song,
From the ashes arise a new dawn.
The fires die out as the sun sets over the once-filled lake,
sadness is all that we know.
The ashes fall from once-clear skies,
when will our new dawn arise?"
My friend: What does it mean?
Me: It's a poem about war, idiot. *I punch him in the arm*
If I did do that, that would be how it would go.