"The boy in the prophecy
The boy who was destined
Flew above the clouds
Controlled those unseen winds

Unaware of the witch
He touched the golden rainbow
Painted it with his colours
He'd revel in its glow

He protected the little village
From the wrath of some dragons
He was their robinhood
Who stole from the wagons

Wagons of the Knights
Wagons of the Lords
For that tiny little village
He was more than a god

But destiny had other plans
Their union had to end
To fight the magical wand
He was called to faraway land

He was the kid in the prophecy
The Boy who was destined
Who'd defeat the black magic
And conquer the stormy winds"

Another maths class
Another poem penned
She was ready to fight and adapt
Wherever destiny would send

She'd fulfill her parents dream
For the love that she had
But she'd never forget hers
Till she was dead.

No, she'd never leave her dreams...