Bleak, disheartening and gloomy
Ancient shadows lurk around
As a brave, ambitious poet
Seeks his muse on sacred grounds.His soul, so sinless, uncorrupted
Keeps him going forwards yet.
But the shadows aforementioned
Look to bring despair and death.And alas, a distant glimmer
Sets our hero off his path.
Yet the shine of gold is bitter
When a soul so pure is lost.
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Make Believe
Short StoryA collection of stories and sometimes poems that my mind produces.