User:Bee in a tree

poems
Night sky wrapped around me, I was strangled by the darkness. No light, no heat, all energy was drained, By the darkness, by the night.

The ground was cold and frozen, I was going to die of frost. Nothing for warmth, nothing I could do, Because of the darkness, and the night.

No home for me to take shelter, My mind swizzled out of conscious. No thoughts entered my head, Could I be dead?

Yet no, I was not, I was well and truly alive, Just falling through space and time. Nothing could be done, the frost was deathly, I was not gone but could I come back?

Then suddenly I came back, Just saved from the grasps of the gate. And once again I could feel, and think and live, I was going to survive.

Walking on, I met a traveller, also half-dead, I greeted him, and gave him my cloak. He thanked me and bowed to his knees, As I blushed and ventured onwards.

Then just as I thought I might once again go, I found a deserted and uninhabited barn. Inside were to rooms, One bare and one with a single bed.

Nodding, I willingly gave the traveller the bed, As I curled up on the floor. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, Listening to the howling wind.

The next morning I awoke, and went into the travellers room, He lay in bed, half asleep and grotty. From my bag, I produced a cup, and filled it, I then gave this to the traveller.

Smiling, he handed back the empty cup, And I was glad that he was okay. Searching in my bag again, I then realized that I had given him my last mug.

Suddenly, there was a deafening bang, The door had been kicked down. And terror filled inside me, As the soldiers ran inside.

Pointing their ugly guns in our faces, They growled something below their breath. I was not ready: Yet the bullet was shot, heading straight at my head.

Then the traveller leaped forwards, Right in front of me. And the bullet hit him, The bullet hit him in his chest.

Shock filled me up to the brim, He was dead, gone. He had saved me, Spared my life in turn of his own.

Though he was gone from this world, He was not from my heart. I shall remember him forever, As the traveller with a loving soul.

next one!
Bob was a boy who was tiny bit fat, with little round eyes a bit like a bat.

He liked to watch movies while eating his snacks, such as the round crisps that i believe are called 'cracks'.

he lived with his mother who was called mary, who looked just like a thin tiny fairy.

One day our bob took a stroll in the park, where he stumbled upon an odd peice of bark.

it was dark red in couler, and terribly hot, and also quite lively; it jumped alot.

Now what our bob did not know yet, was that this log was a magic net.

When bob went to near, it trembled in fear.

And then it died 'cause, u know, it was an old log that wasnt actually magic. Yeah, nice ending, i'nt it? Oh thankyou, thankyou!

K, hope you liked those, gggggggggggggggggggggoooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddddddddddddddddddd bye.