Vespertilio91
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"Dreams," she said, "are exact destructions of mankind.
When was it," she cried, "when I last heard the innocents cry."
Only could I answer, "Not too long ago, and dreams are not our demise."
"Dreams lead to aspirations,
Which in turn evolve into conflicts,
Full war,
And finally death," quoth she who shattered mirrors on the realist plane.
"But nothing is my life without these dreams," restated I
Of whom begged at the Titans' feet.
"A foolish parody,
Nothing more. An optimists' approach to their misfortune."
She sulked along the wall, ready for another meal.
"Then cleanse me, and drop me into the cynic world
That you've so solidly designed.
Give me your despair."
"No, only God has that choice, if even He controls it.
I can use you not,
No matter how I crave it."
Echoes bounced in silence.
Her grave face, sallow and downcast,
Shed a tear, grey and lifeless
As she soon drifted away.
Misery had finally forsaken me.
Although this does not look like one, it is a poem, free prosed. It's new for me, so say what you think.
When was it," she cried, "when I last heard the innocents cry."
Only could I answer, "Not too long ago, and dreams are not our demise."
"Dreams lead to aspirations,
Which in turn evolve into conflicts,
Full war,
And finally death," quoth she who shattered mirrors on the realist plane.
"But nothing is my life without these dreams," restated I
Of whom begged at the Titans' feet.
"A foolish parody,
Nothing more. An optimists' approach to their misfortune."
She sulked along the wall, ready for another meal.
"Then cleanse me, and drop me into the cynic world
That you've so solidly designed.
Give me your despair."
"No, only God has that choice, if even He controls it.
I can use you not,
No matter how I crave it."
Echoes bounced in silence.
Her grave face, sallow and downcast,
Shed a tear, grey and lifeless
As she soon drifted away.
Misery had finally forsaken me.
Although this does not look like one, it is a poem, free prosed. It's new for me, so say what you think.