Sing to Me, Muse

In my AP English class, we have a student-taught seminar each week. At said seminar, we are assigned a creative writing assignment, due a week later. I always leave my assignments till the night before, but I'm usually quite proud of my work. The other day, as I was beating myself up for not having any good blog post ideas, I thought that maybe it would be cool to share some of my creative writing. So here it goes... This assignment was to write a miniature epic poem (about a hero). I chose to write about an uncommon hero...


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Sing to me, Muse, of the young girl of many ways,
Who was driven far journeys.
Sing to me, Goddess, the pains and joys
Placed thousand fold upon her shoulders and her heart.
On gloomy and sparkling days alike,
As little Malo proved her strength,
Met her fiend once again after countless encounters,
And defeated the beast once and for all.
Sing to me, Muse, of the chaos called life,
For one little girl.
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For this child, turmoil was customary.
One battle followed by another,
An endless flow of conflicts,
Coming and going like the ocean tide.
Although small, Malo prevailed.
Her deep-seeded faith
And the ingrained curiosity pulled her through.
When others would fall,
The young girl found herself standing.
When others would harm,
Malo would find her power.
As darkness fell this night the small girl waited,
Her small friends stuffed around her
Admiring her for her liveliness.
They had watched the battles before,
Each time silently praying for her success.
It would seem that nothing shake her little frame,
But as the light was fading, so was hope.

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Malo’s nameless beast was persistent,
Relentlessly attacking, only to escape without notice.
Whenever the girl got a hold of it,

The monster slipped out of her grasp.

He appeared once again this night,
Without a warning and without a cause.
Malo was helpless, her strength finally reaching its end.
Tooth and nail she fought
Her heart five times bigger than her whole,
But in the end it was not enough.
Her beast stood over her, pausing before a final blow.
Looking up with tears in her eyes
Malo did not run away.
She faced her monster and knew what was to come.
Acceptance ran through her veins,
As faith beat in her chest.
She looked up at her monster
A small child staring at a great beast.
This young girls of many ways had done what she could,
And what was to happen next would come
With protest or without,
And so the little girl stopped.

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Sing to me, Muse, of the chaos young Malo defeated,
Not purely with strength, nor determination,
But by faith in life, faith in love.
Sing to me, Goddess, of the purity of a child,
Scarred by sorrow and troubled by joy,
Whose might was too great for words.
Study me, show me, then tell me and learn me,
How such a small child can bear such a great weight.
How such a young girl can have such vast knowledge.
Sing to me, Muse, of the wisdom in life,
In the strength of a child.