This is my first poem, written when I was 11.

The Moonlit Festival

   With the ear-piercing howl,

The screeching signal,

The annual Moonlit Festival began.

From the time the sun hid behind the forgiving blankets of the clouds,

To the time the sun wakes up to shine

Is the time where even the fiercest beasts hide in fear.

And is the time creatures of the dark comes out to hunt.

Those blood-thirsty, soulless, bloodshot eyes,

Shining with terrible joy for the festival just began.

         But there are creatures, that even the creatures of the dark 

Shivers, and hides at even the first syllable of their name,

“The Shadows of the Dark Age”

The powerful, evil,half-transparent shadows.

Those black hooded creatures with eyes as red as blood.

And the moonlit festival is when they gather.

Those shadows of fear holding hands, those outstretched hands,

And chanting out the forbidden spells of the dark.

The ground glows with the magic of the spell.

         The flames rise up to lick the skies,

And the ground glows in a magical light.

The light, so powerful and terrible, is the light of energy, the sun,

To those the dark creatures, the ones that rome ‘round to hunt

They sing in a terrible harmony, and the flame dances with it.

And the beasts of the dark comes in to join.

Oh, the great and terrible beauty of it!

All the creatures dancing in the moonlight,

And chanting out to weave the tension into the atmosphere.

And when the dance had just reached the climax,

The sun, the wonderful, joyful sun,

Kicks the blankets of clouds and shines with joy.

Destroying the magic and distinguishing the bonfire.