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Broken

I

The cavalier, finishes his work,

A masterpiece, He thinks,

He shares it with others,

They smile, they agree,

The cavalier nods and Gives away that masterpiece.

II

The waiting, tense and long, breaks,

He receives no note,

His curiosity kills him,

He goes to the Castle.

Alas! His masterpiece,

Regarded by scorn, by the ones,

In the Castle.

III

Now broken, The Cavalier,

Returns, with but only a shadow of his original smile,

He dies, peacefully, Never creating anything anymore.

RIP Daxam Grave, the only literary character that I felt confident enough to show the world, but was met with resentment.

Dreamer (Written during my english exam)

Awake, young one,

Awake from your slumber,

Shed off your mortal shell,

And enter my

World.

I am Morpheus,

Lord of Dreams,

Come to my realm,

And don't be afraid,

It's only a dream.

Ah, I see a beast,

With a tentacled maw,

A strong jaw,

Deep set eyes.

Huh? I see.

This is how you see

Your father.

Look up there.

A bird? No! A roc.

A mighty roc with a

Screeching voice,

Claws of iron,

And a beak of steel.

That's your mother,

In your eyes.

Who is she?

That ethereal form?

Why, that is her,

Your Aphrodite,

Your Venus,

Shadowy, Half-Naked,

Beautiful, Half-Shown.

That is how you,

See of her.

Now, dawn is coming.

Rest now, young one.

Sleep again, in your shell,

And tonight, return once more,

To my realm,

Of dreams.