I don't really know anything about poetry. I write what I feel, and for some reason having the words rhyme seems to help me.
Born in a time of misery
when dark gods ruled all from land to sky
the prophets screamed in horror
When he made his fateful first cry
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A simple girl with heart so pure,
I'll dance with you when rain doth pour.
I've seen you smile and felt you cry,
Know one day you too will fly.
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I have given mercy,
I have fought for right.
But does it really matter
when day gives way to night?
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