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FIrst four Poems...

#1
Darkness
Darkness descends upon a happy scene,
the Joy and Happiness not to be seen.
All thats left is sorrow, rage, and pain,
making one wish he was slain.
His love was what he lost,
and his happiness was the cost.

#2
Idiots
There are places where Idiots gather,
they think they rule, yet they only blather.
It's sad they think that they're "all that"
and that they'll remain "Top Hat".
But not even twenty years from today
they'll have to grow up or else pay,
they'll like to be behind prison bars
and not, as they think, driving fancy cars.

#3
Bitter Truth
Where others cry I just laugh,
death is just another path.
It is the fate of all to die
so I see no reason just to cry.
It is fate, yet they choose to fight,
its as usefull as the path of flight.
This is what people need to learn
rather than let tears make eyes burn,
the dead are long gone and past
life will never be long to last.

#4
Sweet Wine
The luscious sanguine wine rushes forward,
the sweet liquid filling me with strength.
the vessel broken, not to be renewed,
though there be naught but two pin pricks.
I lay the delicate, beautiful vessel to the ground,
the ground to which the vessel will return,
those that shaped it will never see
their precious creation ever again.
Into the night I vanish, as quickly as I came
leaving the broken vessel without a sign of me
'cept for two pin pricks upon the neck.
I leave it there empty, without regret.
My thoughts never dwelling on what took place,
never thinking that the vessel was a mortal Lass