Red little leaves
Floating through the sky,
I ask, how does it feel
To be so high?
They smile, flying through
We don't know,
We're just a crew

Books:
the greatest weapons of the world.
Full of Mocking jays.
Each one being Divergent
to the others.
Books are like a Maze
that we have to Run through.
They're like a Testing
that will never end.
Not even the great Hogwarts
can stand against their power.
Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky.
More powerful than Percy Jackson,
than the Heroes of Olympus.
Books are the true heroes of the world.

I could sit and tell a story
Where tears are made of gold
And my dreams,
There's no mold
The dresses are puffy and blue
And beauty
Will never be due
I could tell a story

Sometimes I imagine myself as a Queen
With a spiked crown
Ruler of women and men and all in between
My arms, ever so brown,
Laden with jewels and stones
And at my feet,
Bones.

Sometimes I imagine myself as a person
Of remarkable feats
And at my dinner table,
Delicious meats
With silks of my own,
You will forget my skin tone

Sometimes I imagine myself to be on the throne.

She holds Aegis in her hand
Flee before it, if you can
The head of a monster hangs from a fleece
Look, you look, and you turn to stone
Fight her, you fight her, and you will be bone