Short poem.

The Core of Thought come from an unknown mechanism.

A Poem to the hopeless to gain hope from.

I free styled this one.

The art of war, and anger and lust for power. the end is always coming near but never arrives for the many to see it, for many die, and many cry. the tears only flow, as the suffering fails to cease.

Not really humorous but gets you think You’ll get it, a secret message is in here somewhere…

A Count’s Death triggered supernatural things in the Old Folklore Mansion, his grandson was sent as his only relative, and in order to claim the prized possession, he must endur the mystery, and horrors, and venture deeper and deeper until he come to the "Lair of Cassanova" It’s a Book the contains Poetry, and Mystery in hte Cassanova Mansion, but only read if you planned to be judged, for action you take in life, takes place in the story of your mind…. also Includes Poem Incubis and The Flightless Dove.

I give my free hand to your sacrifice.

All that you you can grasp in free in your hands except with a price, Death.

Ever wonder what happens if you die on bad terms? May this Fictional Poem be something for you to think about.