Scenery of the mountains and scattered clouds of white,
she sits on to his back riding and holding on tight,
her hair flowing in the wind to a style static full of charge,
slowing his speed with wings spread out large,
burning from his tail to propel him on his way,
down to the road to meet with friends for today,
adjusting her hair and holding her gown,
not to let it get burnt or turn a coloured brown,
glowing yellow eyes see the way to the hall,
as the friends all wait for them with a waving call,
entering the building as the dreamon walks on his nails,
avoiding scorching the wood leaving burning trails,
food is served and thrown into his mouth,
as the princess speaks from the castle of the south,
holding up her cup in one hand to celebrate their peace,
a union of the castles as the violence came to a cease,
drinking to her friends the princess sits on her chair,
as people talk and begin to argue instead of share,
soon voices are raised and hatred spreads in the room,
as the dreamon stands painfully on his nails seeing they lead to doom,
calling with his deep flame driven voice,
making people shut up in their fighting to have a choice,
why can't everyone just get along in the land,
it is a simple thing to do and not a difficult demand.

rumbling sweeps of wind pass through his hair,
pushing against his cloth just hanging as underwear,
holding a spear with blood streaming down the pole,
some of it webbing off into the wind after it began to roll,
down below in the cold depths of sharp rocks and moss,
is the friend he stabbed in the back being his mortal loss,
to love his love as to return home to comfort her heart,
as soon he is the only one to be there after her soul taken apart,
he will say it was an accident or he fell to his death,
lies told under the voice of comfort with his breath,
planned to make this purpose happen as it was meant to be,
but her sight is gifted in the knowledge of death to forward see,
not being able to stop her love from dieing,
but seeing his friends deception and lieing,
she kneels down in front of the raging fire,
taking her own life as being with her love is her only desire.

broken caps lock always yells the words strong,
when never saying but always typing something wrong,
letters rubbed off expose your most said things,
as sounding like a typewriter with your many finger rings,
space bar now broken leaving no gaps in the sentence said,
became stuck from the constant crumbs of sticky old bread,
feeling numb even when the numlock light was green,
dust covers the board in parts of you most have never seen,
some keys unused and never knew what they do,
but now used it with the thought never entering to buy new.

peaceful puppy with a patch on his eye,
such a happy soul learning to cry,
playing with everyone in the family around,
at night he barks to make a loud sound,
soon they keep him outside in the rain,
now he is bigger and only a pain,
bored all day he barks at everything in sight,
then barks again in the middle of the night,
not a puppy anymore with big sharp teeth,
if someone came in he would let them thief,
chewing up things other than his toys,
as never the people see him being teenage girls and boys,
for long times forgotten and unfed for the day,
the family plans for a trip to get away,
they leave him some food to eat when they leave,
as the dog runs out of food quickly would you believe,
with three days left for the family to return,
the dog grows bitter with anger a concern,
starving hungry in a confined space in the yard,
the last day he waits is very hard,
when the family returns unpacking their bags,
still with the jet lag as the dogs tail wags,
they still didn't feed him and went straight to bed,
as he died in the night when the next morning he was dead.

the links in the chain break from the strength,
flipping over and bursting whips of length,
the beast that was held for years has woken,
as the binds of its arms and legs have broken,
tearing the walls down to see the bright sun,
the people near try to escape and try to run,
taking a person and eating them whole,
consuming the energy from their evil soul,
his eyes glow red brighter than the days light,
smashing their homes with his fists of might,
stepping with his large pointed feet,
a young boy stands below willing to meet,
the beast looks down at him with careful breath,
as he is innocent and doesn't want to bring his death,
moving around as the other people watch,
passing over the boy standing under his crotch,
while eating more people the little boy says 'NO'
as the beast stops while turning wanting to know,
the boy points back to the place the beast was chained,
moving back into that place so there he again remained.

her face stretched in the crystal in her fingers grip,
turned in a way for the reflection to enlarge her bottom lip,
light shines in rainbow spectrum colours over her skin,
penetrating her eyes deeply and soothing within,
seeing shapes and lights of a life not her own,
hidden inside the crystal in memories captured alone,
a princess holds it tight around her neck on a chain,
tears from her eyes as the feeling the crystal kept to retain,
flashing to previous times the memories of an old man,
reversing his life to a time he stole it from a home and ran,
rowing a boat across a river as a love was given it to,
keeping it in her drawer and touching it for something to do,
back in time to the first hand that touched it to craft,
as his daughter stared into it while she played and laughed,
dropping the crystal to the ground after seeing all this,
she takes a step back feeling a sensation of bliss,
all the emotion of the people who held it rushed inside,
as she reaching down to pick it up again and go on another ride.

twisting in a daze before falling flat on his face,
pulled from his body just a moment to a different place,
his coaches from his life all together telling him what to do,
wanting him to win this fight as it was almost through,
pulled back into his body and waking with a clear mind,
ducking under his opponents swing and hitting from behind,
constantly punching and never giving up the fight,
to the last great punch of the fist clenched tight,
his opponent twists and falls in a daze,
pulled from his body to a difficult maze,
seeing coaches from the other guys past,
they hold him back just long enough to make it last,
pushing him back into his body just before the bell rang,
the winner of the fight smiles knowing he is supported by his gang.

this is a pissed off alot of swearing poem. so not kiddy eyes.

Fuck that shit in the fucked up place of bullshit,
beat that crap to spray brown shit all over by one hit,
break the bones and throw them at the skull hard,
take the crystal and poke out the eyes with a shard,
kick and stomp on the face of lies told to your face,
put all the power into the fucked up cold embrace,
squeeze the insides to bust open the shit inside,
crack the jaw of the mouth open completely wide,
pound the flesh until bruised and sore,
black with blood dripping until no more,
slaps to the remains with energy almost done,
this is the fight that has not yet begun.

little stick men and women worship their god,
statues of it holding the crystal on a rod,
while they give their souls to their lord,
the little stick woman grows bored,
thinking of something different with her mind,
she goes to the blank pages to leave them behind,
drawing her own version of something big,
a creature with a giant butt and a bill to dig,
when it farts rainbows shoot from inside,
and when it burps the bill opens wide,
it can fly with wings that flap like a bee,
and when it needs to show friendship it does a pee,
from its fat is grown manboobs that sprinkle milk,
and it has a long tongue that hangs like red silk,
its fingers are the shape of stamps with words that swear,
and it has a poop stain always on its underwear,
after drawing she shows this to the others around,
they all frown and make a grumbling sound,
but another stick man from the group comes out,
he laughs with happiness at the others with a shout,
understanding the little stick woman who drew her best,
as it is only the deep happiness she expressed.

in the mid section he was punched,
making his body curl tightly hunched,
taking his mind back to nights before,
when he had a scam to make more,
the scam didn't work so the money didn't come,
as the thug he owed money broke his thumb,
punched into the face knocking out a tooth,
as he came to tell the honest truth,
laying in a pile of dirt blooded mess,
he raises his head to finally confess,
admitting he is the son of their boss,
this is a test and is now their loss,
to see if they are worth keeping around,
they don't believe him laying on the ground,
taking a gun and pointing it to his head,
the final moment is thought as a lie before he's dead,
firing the bullet as it rips through his brain,
at this moment is the end of the pain,
the phone rings in the pocket of the thug,
as the boss is waiting outside for his son to hug,
the thug turns pale while on the phone,
as the other thugs run leaving him alone.