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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 'twas in a room in Blandford, on a bright spring day When a voice within my head a whispering, whispering to my dismay For the voice grew from a whisper , and it would not go away The voice was dry and eerie, Like demons from the days of yore So I was emboldened and challenged, what want est from me thou this day And the voice replied sadistically, I'm here to take you away Now you have read of the raven, from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe And i'm a relative of the raven, and our lord wants you to know That poets like you, increase the spirit of mere mortal men So i'm here to maybe frighten, even more to stop you writing And to even stop thee from creating hero's, like the poets from days of yore If to stop thee I must kill thee, then I am willing for its a dead I have accomplished before As the evil voice was cackling, my mind aghast was flapping Wondering if today would be my last, and if I was bound for Hades shore Then a voice so soft and tender, cried out spirit I demand your surrender And I looked and saw a hero, straight from Thermopalies blood red shore Stood with shining sword and shield, it was a warrior from Spartan lore and the voice in my head quietened, and I knew I was safe for sure Safety is but an illusion, in a world of hurt and pain Sometimes the only victory, is for the sun to oust the rain But 'im aware deep in my heart of hearts, that the rain will come again So I must be like the sun, bold unshackled and free So that when the rain returns I may be unwavering, and burn it away And maybe ill be free for life eternal, like bold Homer in Dauntes tale of yore
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