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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Torn are the pages of a callow poet’s scripts and poetry whose temperaments in intensity brews, obscurity he owns this lad of seventeen summers, by deluges done in, unfortunate understanding and s u c c o r beyond his reach Could it be his fiery red hair complements his fiery despair? Flames of passion forged and fashioned from fragments of wholeness denied blamed Treacherous wrath resilient with bounds and a harsh fixation that poison can cure A martyr of poetic unjust, starved wooing words spurned disdainfully by ruthless curs O the valor oft times dons the mantle of resign, sobering, despairing leap away, away from the s c o r c h i n g i n f e r n o internal, and into the great expansive beyond Alas, at Sir Wrens St Andrew’s, there lay the flesh of a premature eternal rest and then, to bones yet destined to become fully-fledged w p o i s o n t h h y y t s h ? e e l n_ _f an arsenic end, steel grey runs through veins conscious elements eminence Farewell to his anguished soul, for his is a romantic eternal g’bye fiery passions, temperate, b’fore him an endless sorrowful slumber A forger’s legacy Elinoure and Juga Rowley works War irks, such irks Scarlet drips his corpse O beloved knight in shining armor, sisters’ pleas _/\_ raven’s mimicry What war brings is not bright “Virtue’s race Is run in paths of pleasantness and peace though narrow, yet sufficient for the few who have this Pearl of Price alone in view” —Thomas Chatterton
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