Funny poem. Rhyming words ending with “eal” and “eel”.

While having a motive to steal, the character here finds his fate has been determined tragically.

A poem/song I wrote about raiding, I know is odd but it was a challenge my friend set for me.

Let me be the one in your fantasy…

Love and passion can be stolen. Sooner or later you will meet a bandit.

A little poem inspired by a friend.

A man is mysteriously taken, he doesn’t remember how, when or where from. Through his mumbles and half conscious mumbling he can tell his new made friend Steven that his wife was taken as well. This is the first part to a story of which this man embarks to find his wife and the reason he was taken.

This poem is about how a bad past can affect you and what lengths you will go to to get rid of it.

Is this real?

Can this world exist?