Here we are, my final story for my Fiction writing class. For this, the assignment was to write a story in a different form from what we had written before. I decided to try my hand at writing a poem story. I had a lot of fun writing it, though in my opinion it could still use a little work. Even so, I’m pretty happy with the turn out.
Read and enjoy. 
P.S. To Garret: It’s not Beowulf, but here you go. 
A Little Imagination
Corridors of darkness where no spark of light be found,
Is where our hero treads his courage is unbound.
He walks with silent footfalls as quiet as the night,
A sword clasped in hand he wields an awesome might.
A figure at his shoulder sits to offer aid and guidance,
Her little wings sparkle and gleam with fair reliance.
Her tiny voice steers him on for her magic eyes can see,
In the darkness no eyes are better than a fairy’s eyes can be.
Together they embark on a quest of great weight and degree,
To find a land of toil and strain and set it’s captives free.
They journeyed long to find this place and now they’re at the door,
A portal awaits, they must pass through but then they hear the roar.
A mighty beast with flaming tongue out from the darkness bounds,
Its great clawed feet upon the earth beats and stomps and pounds,
Seeing the beast our hero thinks, “Perhaps we should depart.”
The fairy flutters and whispered, “No, now be brave take heart!”
“Take up our sword and slay the beast take courage and stand fast,
For once this fiend is dead and gone, into the land we pass!”
So our hero raises his gleaming sword and charges at his foe,
And delivers to its chest a mighty thrust and blow.
The monster screams and fire pours from its gapping maw,
It tries to snare our hero with his outstretched reaching claw.
But our hero ducks then thrusts and stabs with every bit of force,
The beast then falls and breaths his last, our hero stumbles forth.
Into the portal they now walk, our hero and his fairy,
They’ve done a great deed they’ve slain the beast, but no they must not tarry.
On they go and pass into the land of toil and dread,
Over hill through the dales across the land they tread.
To find the captives bound in chains pleading for a way,
For someone to come and set them free and bring a sunny day.
But something has happened someone’s here, watching our hero daring,
To cross this land amidst the grief and strife and evil glaring.
“Johnny boy,” a voice comes through our hero stops and turns,
His mother stands inside the door, his stomach flips and churns.
“The night is late why are you up, why aren’t you now in bed?
You should be sleeping Johnny boy, that’s what your father said.”
“I was playing a game mother dear, I was a hero brave,
“My fairy here was helping me, the captive we must save!”
His mother smiles and shakes her head, “To bed you now must go,
You can play tomorrow then in daylight you can fight your foe.”
And so our hero drops his sword that’s really made of wood,
And places the fairy back on the shelf next to his Robin Hood.
His mother tucks him tight in bed and tells her boy good night,
“What an imagination you have,” She whispers turning out the light
