This is a poem about a character I have made up. I’m not going to go into much details about him but I have named him William BloodDagger.

You are the most important thing to me.

Chances should be taken.

Some people are so poisonous.

There was a real sting in the tail.

Poem.

We realised instantly when you had gone and left.

Grieving can be so unbearable.

The Golden Gate: l.12.

The Golden Gate: l.10.