Staring at the campfire; 
Oh, what a sapphire, 
It could start a bushfire.
        
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        'Oh what is the red on your head, Leaking out the gap? '
A ribbon, A red ribbon. 
Seeping through the woods, 
Creeping off the roof,
        
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        A tower stands strongly in London, 
Made by hands not from the dungeon, 
It stands strong, Not ever crumbling, 
Never had a shame,
        
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        'Last Breath', One may say, 
'Feels like drowning', You may state, 
'It is drowning', I remark, 
But I know that it is not,
        
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Hello and welcome to my biography. I will tell you as much as I can about the types of poems I like to write. I like to write poems about fantasy and not real things and events. I also like to write poems about my feelings and what I wish to happen in the future as well as places and events that have happened. All of my poems will always have a meaning though the meaning may not be clear at first, Someone will always be able to figure it out and I know that.)
                    Knight's Campfire
                    
                    Staring at the campfire; 
Oh, what a sapphire, 
It could start a bushfire. 
The flicks of light, 
The tricks of night; 
Oh where is that knight? 
Out in a fight, Out in the daylight; 
The horrors of night, 
The abandoned light, 
Sacrificed on sight, 
Paralyzed from fright, 
Symbolized by spite; 
What a night, 
Can't wait for light, 
The time starves me.
                

 
                    