Watch out for Peter.
How long can you hold your breath?
Oh what a hard life it is to be a bard.
What's in a reflection?
What happens when the lunatics are on the loose?
Sometimes we let the burdens of life hold us down. Other times we attached these burdens to ourselves and drown like a fool.
After reading this you might just become altered yourself.
Dance like a fool to this Whimsical Song of Fancy.
"Triumphantly I dance, In the shadows of the swallows, While those (then deemed victorious), Were destined to be followers."
Some poems don't need to be long for them to have great impact.
When ink runs through your veins, you can't help but spill it upon the page.
"You don't do this alone, Nor does anyone, it's true."
"A whisper between whispers."
They say all good things must come to an end sometime. Oh, isn't that the truth...
Sit back and let yourself get caught up in this whirlwind of rhyme.
Adventure with us through this poem of ancient mysteries.