Deep within a well of ink
A nib of sin alone I sink
My eye shan’t pierce this darkened veil
My hand shan’t shift this wooden jail
I call to all but none returned
Can no one hear whence I’m interned
The lid held fast by iron spike
And lined with silk or something like
I beg, I plead ‘hind eyes that well
Then naught but hollow laughter swell
On final nail the hammer fall
This final resting place withal
I fought until the splash I felt
The coffin fills, my sentence dealt
Ooo I love this!!
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Thank you (:
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You’re welcome, hunny bunny!
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The way of talk, you used was great. I actually talk like that sometimes when playing with my grandkids they think Im silly. That way of language also carries one’s mind back into another era, or time…
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Thank you. Yes, it’s much prettier language, I find
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I kind of feel like that
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Horrifying!
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i imagine this being read in game of throne
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What’s that?
Kidding. Who’d speak it?
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definitely ned stark !
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“i like your writing” better? :p
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Ahhh! This is dark but good.
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Thanks, isn’t it supposed to be?
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It is. But sometimes I expect the unexpected.
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