Rise of the Guardians One-Shots

The Boy of Old

There was a story that is oh so old

It talked of the boy that was pure cold 

His eye were bright blue

And his hair gave off a beautiful white hue

His skin was way below freezing 

Whoever touched was nearly close to sneezing 

He could fly on the wind

The people thought it was a sin

But he was not a bad one 

All he wanted was some fun

He wanted warm feelings 

But all he felt was the cold tinglings

The boy of old was always alone 

Never once talking to a soul

When the moon came out, he would keen

Because the boy believed he could be seen 

But once again he was left to be 

And his tears covered his only way to see

His ice spread like the light

Who ever knew it would happen to the young winter sprite .

   I'm sorry to the people that read this that I haven't been updating, but I have had a lot of school and family to be catching up to. Anyways this poem literally just popped up into my head so I knew I had to write it down quickly. Tell me what you think of it or if I need to make a part two. Send in ideas for these one shots if you want guys! Have fun reading and share with friends!