i wrote a story

i wrote a story the other day,

but the main character had nothing to say.

he had nothing to do and no games to play.

i would say that he had no friends,

that he was alone to the bitter end,

but i know better.

he had one good friend,

a real go-getter.

this friend was fine,

but he walked a fine line,

only responsible some of the time.

i wrote a story the other night,

but the main character got into a fight.

he had a friend to protect and a reason to bite.

i would say that he was wrong,

that he had been crazy all along,

but i know otherwise.

he was real strong,

but it was a trick of the eyes.

his friend was pale,

and seemed pretty frail,

looking a bit like a ghost in a veil.