sjsprWriting

This is the story of a man who turned into a legend. Of a man with a dream. Of a hooded crusader with a plan. A plan to rid a class of it's dead end. He rode into our dark world on his shining horse of steel. He dismounted, gave his righteous pen a twirl, and showed us all what was real. Many of us were ignorant, we could not see this man for what he truly was. With each rhyme he spoke my heart was filled with hope of his words I took note to me they were like dope they were more sacred than the pope if his words were poison I would never ask for an antidote. Unfortunately not everybody shared my opinion, there were people with little brains residing in our dominion. The man whom is also a snack particularly enjoyed talking smack and saysaying. Everyday I would be praying for the hooded rap-knight to show Nacho a good slaying. But our hero did no such thing. He is an intelligent man, and he knows conflict to be a fool's game. Nacho, however belligerent, could not ruffle him with his raps of lame. On one darkest of days all was merry, until two troublesome poems were written by two troublesome fairies. They were ballads of hate and judgement. Although the caballo kept his composure after being dissed it was clear to me what was in his eyes, he was pissed. And so for the rest of class I observed him, I wanted to see what'd he do, but he did nothing, he kept his cool. At the very end he warned us all, showing his feelings of wrath, that come today he would spit dragon's breath, vengeance is his path.