I write poems for peoples profiles so here is one: Behind an ancient tree lies;
an ancient barrier.
Behind the barrier lies;
a destructive demon.
In the heart of that demon lies;
an ancient magic
Within that magic lies;
ever lasting love
another
the curtian has fallen
a wave of despair
come to feed on me
and take away my light
so i am in the dark
all alone save for it
the dark feeling of pain
so i sit in this darkness
thinking of all the wrongs
done to me in this life
maybe i should end it
with the blade that i found
laying in my hand
i have found that i
the great magi
must take these pills
that are the colors of the hills
they are not shiny
nor are they at all tiny
they are my pshycological cure
that is mithilogical for sure
but yet in hope
i keep a grip on this rope
waitng for the cure
that will make me pure
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