User blog:LoudFanWolf/Sharing talents

Sharing Talents by LoudFanWolf

Lucy Loud, the 8 year old goth poet of the Loud family, was reading/presenting one of her poems to the Loud family friend Derek Gabriel, who was listening to Lucy's dark yet very interesting poetry with great enthusiasm, he was absolutely amazed at the fact Lucy could write such amazing poetry at such a young age. When Lucy finished reading her poem, Derek snapped his fingers in applause, and then spoke up.

"Wow, Lucy," Derek said, "that was great! You could be the next Edgar Allan Poe with that kind of writing!"

Lucy was slightly taken aback by the compliment. "Really," she replied "you don't think it's too dark or too depressing, Derek?"

"No, not at all. In fact, I kinda how it's dark, shows that the world isn't such a bright place, which is something I think people to know more about. And you, Lucy Loud, present that idea in an incredibly refined, and beautiful fashion, and I highly admire you for that." Derek ended his statement a few claps of applause and smile.

Lucy gave Derek one of her rare grins before saying "Wow, Derek, thank you."

Derek gave her a big hug and said "No problem, Lucy Lou."

Lucy giggled at her nickname, and she and Derek broke their hug.

"You know," Derek started, "I used to be a bit of a poet myself."

"Really?" Lucy asked, interested by the new fact she learned about her friend.

"Yep. In fact, I remember one I wrote by memory. You wanna hear it?"

"Sure!"

"Alright, here goes, ahem, it's called 'A Wolf.'"

"A Wolf: On four paws, I stand a mound I perk my ears to sense the sound of my prey that's starting to hide It can run, but it can only try

My legs are fast and my voice is loud For dinner, prey can bet they will be chowed upon as a feast shared with my pack For they always know that I've got their back But that's for big prey, too big for me, mac So I intend to search for just a midnight snack

My prey spots me, and it tries to run Sorry to say this, you're going down, son I pounce on my prey, and dig in until I'm done I am quite satisfied, man, that was fun! To celebrate my win, I howl at the moon Which is my God that I worship, this moon

I am a wolf, strongest of the canine breed Even though humans use me to clothe and feed I am a wolf, I will fight with my speed No human can control me, I am no steed! I am strong, I am fast, and my howl is loud I am a wolf, and for that, I couldn't be more proud"

Lucy gaped at Derek as he finished his poem. "You... wrote that?"

Derek looked at her "Yep. Do you like it?"

"Like it? Derk, I love it!" Lucy proclaimed as she gave Derek another one of her rare grins and hugged him.

"Hehe, I'm glad you like it. I entered that one in a state poetry contest once, and got third place."

"Third place!?" Lucy asked, shocked "A poem like that deserves first place."

"Yeah, well, maybe..." Derek responded, humbly.

"Derk, you should start writing poetry again, you're really good at it!" Lucy stated.

"Hehe, thanks Lucy Lou."

"Anytime."

A few moments of silence passed before Lucy spoke up again "You wanna hear another one of my poems?"

"Sure!" Derek said, excited to hear another poem written by the great Lucy Loud.