Penned to Paper

In my tales of woe

Never have I regret

Nor wished harm

To any man or beast

Though in my darkest

Of blackest thoughts

I must confess

I have envisioned

A drama of tragic

Proportions

Although always

Woke with the sunniest

And brightest of dispositions

In my distant

Past I've endured

The longest hour

Of any hour

I can endure

With murky visions

Of fantastical

Dimensions

Oh how I wish

I would have

Penned them

To paper

For a child's

Imaginings

Are brilliant

To behold

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