Below are three stories/poems that, though I did not write them, describe me in life right now very well.  If you think that a part of it pertains to you then it most likely does, and if you have a question as to wither or not it does, don't ask.  It's like the rest of my life, it's less like a structure and more like a piece or artistic musing take it how you want.  I could not find the artist name of these three works so they are not accredited here. 


There was a man of many great talents

A poet, an artist, an intellectual

He had read many books

And was certain of his superiority over others

He wrote many great pieces of verse

And fabulous paintings

That inspired all of his peers

There was a great output of inspirational poetry

And paintings of vivid colors and meanings

The city was alive with excitement and activity

This great man of learning observed all around him

And became somewhat disenchanted

He posted a letter in the local newspaper

Accusing his contemporaries of copying his style

And of stealing his ideas

Many letters were posted in the newspaper in response

"We admired your work and felt the power of creativity"

"Why do you criticize us for trying to improve ourselves?"

The debate continued in the newspaper

But it became more and more vindictive

And helped to undermine the peace of the city

Everybody became disenchanted and they started to leave the city

A brief spell of brilliant creativity

Was followed by a gradual decline

The other artists found pastures new

And lived happy and prosperous lives

But the city died

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Princess And The Ghost

The Princess lived in a magnificent castle

High on to of a hill

The King was situated in the palace some distance away

But he often visited and stayed at the castle

The Princess was very beautiful

She was twenty years old and adored by the towns people

Many nobleman hoped to win her hand in marriage

The Princess often wondered alone in the castle

And sometimes she walked through the dungeons

She felt at home with the dead

A sense of melancholy was always close at hand

She was reluctant to play the role of a princess

She wanted to choose her own husband

But that was not the way of things

While walking through the dungeons

She came into a contact with a ghost

His name was Sir Peter

He had been a gallant knight

And was brave in battle

He had been locked in the dungeon by a previous king

The Princess was enchanted by her ghost

She was not frightened at all

She found his presence comforting

She could empathize with his troubled spirit

The previous king had fallen in love with Sir Peter's sister

But she did not want to marry the king

She was an Anglo-Saxon and the king was a Norman

She already had a husband in mine

Who was the blacksmith in the local village

The previous king tried to take her by force

But the villages and townspeople resisted

Sir Peter headed the resistance

Eventually he was captured and taken to the castle

And his sister took her life rather than be forced to marry the king

After several years in the dungeons the king had sir Peter beheaded

The Princess was shocked by the story

She knew how his sister must have felt

Soon she would be twenty one years old

And her father was determined to announce her future husband

And her birthday approached when spent more time in the dungeon

Talking to the ghost of Sir Peter

The inhabitants of the castle thought his very odd

But said nothing

On the morning of her birthday

Her chambermaid entered her bedroom

And found the Princess lying lifeless on her bed

She had taken her own life

A note was found next to her body

"I have chosen my own destiny

I have chosen to join the ghost of Sir Peter in harmonious unrest

Will we ever find peace or will we haunt the castle forever?

I depart this world in a state of peace and contentment

Please don't weep for me - I have found my true destiny"

Time passed and the kingdom became a democracy

And the castle became a tourist attraction

Some people say they can still hear two ghosts singing and laughing together

Apparently content in their state of harmonious unrest

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Tree of Despair

  The Tree of Despair hangs over me

Its enveloping branches choke the life out of me

It feeds on death to renew itself

Its only hope is to lead the innocent into damnation

The death of innocent souls keeps it alive

So many souls have passed this way

And met their doom

Led astray by the grim surroundings

They found many ways to kill themselves

Hundreds of bodies hang from the branches

And the leaves are blood red

They fall to the ground

And turn black

Adding to the sense of despondency

All those filled with shame

Head this way

Your end awaits you

Welcome to the Wood of Death

And the Tree of Despair

In this land of dead souls

The Dark Lord surveys all

His blood red eyes dismiss all hope

And twinkle wickedly at the dreadful scene

Only evil can thrive in his Dark Kingdom

Each night he counts the victims

Who hang from the Tree of Despair

I give you fair warning

Do not trespass here