A Poets Guise
Within poetry is found many a guise
See poetry has brought wars to rise
Within the breath of Nostradamus tales
Quatrain after Quatrain of future spells
Throughout time lovers have parted
As poet’s tell of the broken hearted
Poet’s write of the glory as well as the plight
Another young boy fell on the battlefield tonight
Though out every Empire, race and creed
A poet’s pen was there to bleed
Tales of the future and tales of the past
Or perhaps making this moment last
There are no boundaries to a poet’s heart
As they ask of the world, “Please have a part”
Through the twisted tales of forbidden romance
‘Tis the poet who offers the reader a glance
Into the world that they could never see
Through my crystal ball come dance with me
The blood from my heart pours out through my pen
For I am a poet and this is my only sin
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