The True Keyblader
The Prodigy Keyblader
<TABLE class=Poem cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD class=Title align=middle>
</TD></TR><TR><TD class=ByLine align=middle></TD></TR><TR><TD class=PoemText>Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend. </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
</TD></TR><TR><TD class=ByLine align=middle></TD></TR><TR><TD class=PoemText>Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend. </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>