Just a thing,

Even if small.

It may be a fling,

Or it may stand tall.

This page is for you,

The reader to use.

Give me prompts to think through,

Or words to abuse.

Your words are my fuel,

As I go through this day.

As I sit through highschool,

Hoping you'll stay.

These are my words!

I'll shout out loud.

They may sound nothing like bluebirds...

But still I am proud.

There once was a night,

Where many had met.

Covered by twilight,

Where mortals had once bet.

This night was one of peace,

No matter what color the moon shone.

A night not even my niece,

Had ever truly known.

A night of drinking,

A night of song.

A night where for once,

Nothing, had gone wrong.

This was a night,

That no mortal saw.

This was the night,

Of our Blood-moon Ball.

A case was reported on a flight.

That's what they said,

Screaming through the night.

I wish it was all in my head.

Cause everything's not quite alright.

Everyone's hysterical.

During this frightening event.

And now, the silence is almost whimsical,

As they struggle to prevent.

A mass panic, in which is almost eminent.

- A Penguin Without Fear