Okay, here is another sad poem. Hope you like it. It's a bit confusing but I like it and I hope you do too! Read and review, it's good for you! No big authors rant here, but I shall tell you I have two fics in the works! One is a Zuko biography (in depth) and one is a Zutara fic, based on a challange someone put up. Hope you'll stay tuned for them. Thanks to all my reviewers, you make my love of writing seem less crazy!

Bedtime

In a darkened room, a child rests

With a guardian at the door

Knowing the child's duties

All the trials he must endure

He wishes he could protect him

From growing up too fast

His job to make him smile

To make the good times last

"Sleep my little boy, my heart's delight

Relax and breathe, and do not fear

Forgot the bounds of duty you bear

You are safe for I am here

No matter what is told to you

You deserve to sit and play

It's my job to protect you

And keep the world away

Don't think about the future

Just dream of having fun

Although I am not your father

I wish you were my son

Dear Gods protect my little lad

Let him know the taste of joy

Despite his grand destiny

Let him be a normal boy "

The guardian rises to leave

Tears make his vision blurred

In the stillness of the night

A childish voice is heard

"Good Night Uncle" says a prince

A child born of the war

"Good night Gyasto," says a monk

A hundred years before