This is for firekitty222 's contest. We had to make a poem in the category of fantasy. Soooo this is what I did. And failed. Kinda.

In the woods, a white ball glows. 

That ball provides light,

to anyone that goes.

Fall, winter, spring, summer, 

The ball of light never stops glowing. 

For I am the caster of that ball.

And I make sure it will never stop showing. 

But eventually I will die, and the ball of light will stop glowing.

The people who go will be lost in the dark. 

But someone will take my place. 

And the ball of light will shine threw the dark, 

once again.

OK.......... I know the last part didn't really rhyme, but idc. HERE YOU GO