Blackbell Crk

(My name is Philip, I am a poet, I wrote this poem just to show it-) *Far into the forests surrounding the Faerie kingdom was a little Faerie waiting for a friend. It had been a moment since he had seen his friend, a moment he wanted so desperately to end. With his bow in one hand, arrow in the other, he drew aim to something he spotted far off into the distance. With aim as precise as possible, his arrow flew and the bird fell dead in an instance. He flew up and sat on a nearby tree, the same tree they first met at. He happily hummed and shot up from his slouch when he saw the silhouette of a bat.* You made it!