This is yes, the poem for the whole book, it's about how people will accept you! Like, HOW?!
Just read!
~Bad Kitty
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As I set foot on the meadow,
The cold wind will suddenly blow,
And away the butterflies go,
Then it will start to snow.
Dead flowers everywhere.
Melancholy in the air.
Dark music everywhere.
I know the Phantom is there.
This is his symphony,
The sorrowfull melody.
Distress and apathy.
I have come to thee.
He appeared to me with the dead man's head.
The wind blows the whisper of the dead.
"He has no worth!" they said.
That is a lie! I shook my head.
The butterflies came to me, and to my shoulders rest,
And again the he played his melody that had a tensing caress
He slowly walked towards me and now wearing the mask of joyfulness
And a smile on his face rest.
Infront of me there he stood.
Away from my face my hair he moved.
Then his mask by my hands be removed,
His face, the dead man's head, covered with viscous blood.
Away the butterflies flew,
The wind against me suddenly blew.
A monster he had grew,
To change he had no clue.
The butterflies died in the air.
The tormenting snow surrounds everywhere.
Melancholy in the air.
The demon is there.
No way of esape,
No way to wail,
This is his wrath, the demon way,
The Phantom's symphony has been played!
Yeepee! first ever rhyming poem!!!!!
