A Part of My Past

I wrote this one when I was 12 years old:

In Fate's Hands
It was a dark, dark night with only the light of the moon guiding me down the bumpy dirt road. The trees to my left were ghostly figures, dancing in the wind, and to my right was a cliff of never-ending darkness. I walked rather hastily along the winding path, fearful of what lurked ahead. The wind whistled in my ears and for a moment the moonlight was blocked by hundreds of black bats, swarming the midnight sky and calling for any forlorn insect who might wander their way. Off in the distance I heard the cry of a lone, blood-thirsty wolf and I shivered, thinking of the dreadful ending of my life forever if I were to meet the creature. Up ahead I could see my destination, the old inn. I sped up a bit, longing for the warmth and comfort of a bed. As I approached the rotting building and stepped up to the creaky stairs, I saw a sign in the window reading, “Sorry, out of business”. My blood bubbled and a shiver went down my spine as I read those words. My life was now in the hands of fate, and the odds were against me…

and this one when I was 13 years old:

And All Is Lost

I take it out
From time to time
To dust it off
Just to remind
Me of the thing
That were to be
I only you
Had stayed with me.
If only we
Were still a pair.
Fun forever
Without a care.
If only we
Were still good friends,
Together we
Were til the end.
If only you
Were never lost
I would not need
To pay this cost.
But now we drift
And so I must
Just take it out,
Blow off the dust.
This is all that
Remains to show.
What could have been,
We’ll never know.