The Verse

I light the candle of inspiration

To guide me thru expectation

For my hand is deeply haunted

By Fame whom I’ve oft wanted

My eyes will lift the twilight’s veil

To set the wind for my pen to sail

I’ll breathe the air of true reason

Before the day of poetic season

To soften the frost in my heart

For words to flow from the start

And darken the inks of my rhyme

Into an opus as endless as time

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