In Dispraise of Poetry

Guilty as charged they passed on the verdict As the prisoner who had been accused of an atrocity, stood before the jury. It comprised of not more than three panel of judges. The eldest judge with white curly hair that rested upon his shoulders. The prisoner, Innocent as the first born sons of Egypt on a merciless night; He slept in anguish of his own demise. Dreamily and sadly He murmured, "comfort is a precipice, a shadow that covers off the light from our eyes;" However, his punishment was to grow in his garden, a white rose for each time he wrote a poem.