Howling,
At the full blue moon,
I wonder,
Why,
I was chosen,
To be,
Star,
The hope guider,
The white wolf,
The protector of this world,
Called Earth.
I Know,
I am lonely,
No friends,
For they have gone,
Their time,
Has passed,
But yet,
I still live on.
I was happy,
In my old life,
But then,
The news one day,
Showed,
A beast,
Bigger,
Then a human,
Bigger,
Then a house,
Go through,
The downtown,
Of my city.
Then,
This small cat,
Was shown,
Stalking up,
To this big beast.
The cat leaped,
And fought.
Many where amazed,
That such a small cat,
Could hurt,
Such a big thing.
Then,
In one shot,
The cat was seen,
Flying,
With her wings,
Spread out wide,
As the golden sun light,
Fell on her wings,
She shot forward,
In a Death shot,
And struck the beast,
Hard.
But,
As the beast,
Went down,
It's huge paw,
Struck Her.
As the dieing sun,
Fell, and the moon came out,
A single voice rang out,
Heard,
Across the world,
"No!"
The world,
Every living beast,
Stopped,
For,
The beast,
The star,
The hope,
Has gone,
Like the fleeting sun,
Or the whispering wind,
Gone.
No stars shone,
As the world mourned.
But,
What came next?
The naming,
Of the new,
Star of Hope.
The hunting,
Of the one,
Who would be chosen?
The praying,
Of families,
Some,
Who wished,
That their child,
Would be chosen,
Others,
Pray that theirs would be not.
Who would be chosen?
Who would be spared?
Who,
Would make the sacrifice,
That changes their life,
Forever.
I watched,
As the hunts went on.
I was lucky,
I lived,
Out in the middle,
Of nowhere.
Just me,
My mother,
My best friend,
And our dog.
She's more,
Of a wolf,
Though.
Then,
One day.
A knocking,
At our door.
My mother,
Answered.
It was,
My father.
I had not seen,
Him in years.
Then,
He shows up,
And demands,
That My mother
Should turn us in.
"Every child
Must be counted for"
Was the last words,
I heard come out
Of his mouth,
Before,
Our dog,
Leaped,
And killed him.
He was not our father,
But an assassin in disguise.
We,
And a select few
Others,
Had not been,
Accounted for.
Only 5,
Remained unaccounted.
Me, My friend,
A Russian.
A Chinese
And a Japanese.
No body,
Was yet named.
As,
The Star of Hope.
The whole world,
Was set on finding us,
Or killing us.
My dog.
I learned,
Was not just a simple dog.
But Moon.
The Moon of Forgiveness.
She,
And the others
The Sun of Life,
The Clouds of Protection.
And,
The Rose of Love.
There,
Is one more,
The Dove of Peace.
But,
She is guarding Star's body.
Protecting us,
For people,
Who might,
Try to kill us,
For,
Not even they know,
Who is going to be,
The next,
Star of Hope.
Days pass,
Those,
Who knock at our door,
Are killed,
They bring,
All sorts of weaponry.
Knives, Poisons, Chains,
And many more,
But none,
Phase Moon.
We watch,
As the other 3,
Go down.
The Russian,
Dead.
The Chinese,
Proven not to Be Star.
The Japanese,
Dead.
Me,
And my friend,
Are the last 2.
Then,
On the night,
Of a full,
Blue moon.
Moon,
Leaves.
She goes,
Out into the open.
And howls.
Wolves,
And other creatures,
Howl.
To the full blue moon,
As a ghostly spirit,
Runs,
Up to the stars.
I watch,
And Moon's body,
Shines,
I do not realize,
When I walked out,
Sat down,
And howled.
My Voice,
Clear,
And strong,
Lifted up,
And up,
And up,
Into the heavens
For all to hear.
The stars,
In the sky,
Shone bright.
Shining,
Their approval.
I had lasted,
Longer then the rest.
Refusing to give in,
Helping Moon,
Take down the stronger assassins.
Instead,
Of cowering,
In the corner.
Now,
Years later.
Millions of years later,
I wonder,
How would my life be different,
If,
I just gave in?
If,
I wasn't chosen.
I know,
I would be dead.
Long gone.
Long forgotten.
I am a survivor.
I know of the past.
And i shall learn the future,
I shall,
Never give up.
Never,
Let my self,
be taken down.
I am,
The Star of hope.
I shine on,
In not only the night sky,
But in the hearts,
Of all who know me.
(<-embarrassed)aww, thank you
i couldn't at times