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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sitting watching the world, weary, contemplating life cold and dreary, Upon a rock within a mountain which I'd often tread upon before, As I wallowed, spirit maddening, quietly there came a saddening, Much like a hammer's hammering, hammering on my very core. "It's another foe," I stammered, "hammering at my very core- Nothing new, nothing more." All these thoughts easily I render, like a drunkard on a bender, And each thing that I remember stings a little more than the one before. Foolishly I stood there bleating to the darkness still believing, "All these feelings, they are fleeting, soon happiness will be restored, Please let them all be fleeting, and happiness soon be restored. I cannot handle too much more." Fastened on my rock so dreary, in the cave my vision bleary, Nestled within the familiar mountain, cold and damp, alone and sore. I wiped my eyes seeing clearly, a ray of light, dim yet near me Looking back I am nearly sure that the light was not there before. I'm sure I would remember seeing a light were it there before. Darkness was there, nothing more. From deep within me came a feeling, aroused by light my eyes now seeing, That despair was only fleeting, a shadow whose presence I did deplore. A menacing malevolent master guiding me towards disaster, Whose derisive mocking laughter will abate when I find that shining ore. These dark demons will cease to plague me near that golden ball of ore. Of one thing, this I'm sure.
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