Flashback Sunday

I decided I wanted to post an old poem of mine from when I was thirteen. I'd written it for a premise piece to a novel I'd started (I seriously have like 30 different novel 'starts' from ages 11-17). I just think it's very entertaining to look back and see where I was at back then when it comes to writing. And not only that, but sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised by my writing from the past....though I mostly just laugh. This is definitely one of those laughing times. Oh, 13-year old Casey, how you put those words together :D And yes, you should admire my rhyming abilities!

The Cure 

In a meadow of green, in a meadow of green

Grows a sacred healing tree

With five fruit of blood for thee

The cure to the Fallen they be

But you need the poisoned apple key

In a meadow of green, in a meadow of green

Grows a sacred healing tree

God’s angels tried to set us free

The cure to the Fallen they seeded

But the poisoned apple is needed

In a meadow of green, in a meadow of green

Grows a sacred healing tree

For all of the Lord’s children to see

The cure to the Fallen lies there

But the poisoned apple is more than rare

In a meadow of green, in a meadow of green

Grows a sacred healing tree

But can you find the tree in the great Shadow Sea

The cure to the Fallen hangs in a suspended dance

The poisoned apple is your one and only chance