The Poem Story (AKA: Don't Ask)
by Erin Griffin
"What the Hell is going on?"
Asked a girl named Dinah Lance.
"I'm speaking in rhyme, almost a song
And it makes me want to dance."
Helena Kyle walked up to her
And shrugged both of her shoulders.
"I think it is that writer girl
And I think she's getting bolder."
"What do you mean 'that writer girl'?
Are you talking about Erin Griffin?"
Helena nodded and seemed quite sure
As Dinah seemed to stiffen.
"Not again," the blonde girl groaned
And Helena had to agree.
"Why can't she be normal and talk on the phone
And just let the two of us be?"
"Well, just don't say that to her face.
There's no telling what she'll do.
Remember when Erin became a nut case
And blamed everything on you?"
"I remember that," Dinah said
"How could I ever forget?
Like the fic where I'm stuck inside my head.
And more's to come, I bet."
"What about the fic where you had died
But you where there in spirit;
Gabby and I sang 'Goodbye'
And you were there to hear it?"
"That story was sad indeed,
But what about when YOU were blamed?
She writes of your cuts and makes you bleed
And never feels ashamed.
"And then there's the story- what was she thinking-
Where she turned Gabby into a knight.
She took our world and did some tinkering.
She got writer's block, which serves her right."
Helena looked to the girl on her left
And saw the twinkle in her eye.
"Yes, she puts us in quite a mess
But in the end you're always mine."
"I suppose you're right," Dinah replies,
Taking Helena's hand.
"You're with me now and that's just fine
And Erin understands.
"I just hope we don't stay this way."
Dinah said as she sees the time.
"I still have to go to school today
I'll be a fool speaking in rhyme."
Suddenly a voice was heard
And it filled the whole Clocktower.
"I'LL KEEP THIS UP AND YOU'LL LOOK LIKE A NERD
JUST BECAUSE I HAVE THAT POWER."
Helena had an eyebrow raised.
She was not amused at all.
Dinah had nothing to say
But still she stood proud and tall.
Then came another voice.
It was softer but also tougher.
"ERIN SHARMANE GRIFFIN, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!
YOU'RE COMING WITH US OUT TO SUPPER!!"
Erin sighed and shook her head
And reluctantly put down her pen.
"THIS ISN'T OVER." She had said,
"I'LL HAVE HARLEY BACK AND THEN..."
The writer left the room in a rush
Turned off the lights; flipping the switch.
The room then had become a bit hushed
Before Helena muttered 'That bitch.'
Dinah sat down on a bed.
Helena heaved a heavy sigh.
"I don't think this will end
Until she comes back later tonight."
"I don't know what's going on
To us, it is upposed to be day,
But Erin's no longer seeing the sun
For it has gone away."
"You forget that she's in control here.
It's any time she likes.
So to humiliate us, I fear
We rhyme in days instead of nights."
And so they wait and wait for her,
The writer of their fate.
Soon the seconds became a blur
And then the hour became late.
Days and days and days go by
And still she didn't return.
After many day and many nights
This is what they learned.
When Erin had gone out to eat,
Her mind began to spin.
When she got back, she took a seat.
A new story she did begin.
And so the two meta stayed that way,
Stuck inside their rhymes.
Maybe Erin will finish the story someday.
Until then they remain on her harddrive.
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