***This is a Tale that i had to do for a class. I had to create a character, give a prologue about the character, and have the character tell a story. My character's name was Legend Uri (fire), who was a blind poet who wore a white mask and gloves to symbolize his purity. I had fun writing this so I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!***
The Prologue
I have no one, I am alone.
The streets of G-town are what I call my home.
While images dance in your eyes, in mine there are none.
Of all the 5 senses, I seem to lack one.
Though my eyes are deficient, I’m not what you’d expect.
My diction is economic, I’m poetically correct.
I wear upon my face a mask of white; I have gloves of the same.
To symbolize my lack of color, of which I have yet to tame.
I traveled alone through many states, and a theme I have achieved.
Is that all things are possible to those who believe.
And when I would come in contact with someone, they’d say my verse is unquestioned.
For my name isn’t Will Smith, I AM LEGEND!!!!
The Tale
Their once was a man who lived all alone.
Where vines and dust plagued his home.
No one would ever visit there.
For deadly asbestos plagued the air.
"Mean old man Fillmore" is what he was called.
He had hair on the sides, but the middle was bald.
He drooled all the time, and would often be rude.
No one knew why he had such an attitude.
Till one day old Fillmore fell ill from the air.
And throughout the town no one seemed to care.
But a little boy boldly stepped on his porch.
(After they cleared the asbestos of course)
And knocked on the door, then walked in the house.
To find Fillmore in his bed as still as a mouse.
He walked to the bed and saw he was awake.
And said " Hello Mr. Fillmore, my name is Jake"
Mr. Fillmore said nothing, but his eyes got big.
For Jake looked like a certain little kid.
I suppose i should tell you why Fillmore was so mean.
It all happened one day, back when he was a teen.
That day they were walking, him and his little brother.
When two guys ran past, and used them for cover.
Suddenly a bullet went straight through his arm.
But it missed all vital points, so it did him no harm.
Right beside Fillmore, a little boy got hit twice in the face.
Dead was his little brother, who's name was Jake.
Fillmore curse God, the world, and all the people within.
For taking away little Jake, whom he'll never see again.
So that's why he is filled with joy to see his little bro.
He wanted to embrace little Jake, but his life was running low.
With his last breaths he turned to Jake, and said to his brother dear.
Little brother i have to ask " Why are you here?"
Little Jake just gave a smile and said " I've come to take you home."
"But i have a few words to say to you, before your life is gone."
"Big brother you are the feathers in my wings, without you i cannot fly."
"You are the blood within my veins, without you i would die."
" I came to lift your spirit free, and take you to the gates."
"Where eternal youth and everlasting life is what for you awaits."
"But there's only one condition in which you can leave."
"Just tell me now, with you last breath, that you believe."
"I Believe"
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