Recently I was told that my poetry reminds people of Edger Alan Poes’ work. This is good because for the longest time, I’ve been wanting it to be that way. Poe is my favorite author and I want to be as great as he was. You know, minus the dying broke, and marrying his cousin, and having every major women in his life die from tuberculosis. But other than that, I want to be just like him!
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Have you ever heared the dying past,
for sure we’ve seen it dying fast,
keep me now at drgons tip,
a falling glow, a gracous fit,
Look at me and note I stare,
when all is lost, when nothings fair,
we’ve read the books and seen the films, but where for your a dying ilm,
Note – (ilm from the Arabic word meaning Knowledge)
But no, I see not what raven you speak,
but dragons cove and dragons peak,
align hear, yet, so perfectly,
A fire whose burn is quite pleasantly,
shaped to fit whom may deserve,
a skilful rope,
and skilful turn,
A burning blaze of solice flame,
yet known will know his gracious ways,
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