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You aren't the only one who can dream. I dreamed a dream once too, you know. I dreamed that you would be understanding. I dreamed that it would hurt you less than it would hurt me, In fact, I tried to make that so. I dreamed that we could start over one day. That things would be different. That we wouldn't always be angry. That we wouldn't serve as target practice for each other. But I guess it will stay that way. I guess we'll live each day in vain Until one of us finally makes a bulls eye. I guess it will stay only but a dream.

The kingdom has fallen. Peril and destruction lie in its wake. Our burning light is consumed by darkness With every last breath that I take. The King and Queen are fresh in their new beds While the towers, built with bride, still fall. And with every last tear that I do not shed, I refuse to beg, or plead, or call. I lie there in the dirt with blood on my face As the world around me begins to sober. But I show no remorse, not a single trace, As I wait for the darkness to take over.

After hearing rumor of a monster that hails Great hatred, Beowulf set sail To free Herot from a twelve year murdering spree, Which left blood smeared on the walls so freely. On Beowulf’s instruction, his team hid in the dark And waited for Grendel, on whom Beowulf would surely leave a mark. Upon Grendel’s arrival, Beowulf and his men Leap out of bed attacking, planning to send The scaled fiend back to Hell, But soon found that their swords could not penetrate his shell. Beowulf, however, saw through this charm And with his bare hands, ripped off Grendel’s whole arm. With a shout of pain, Grendel began to flee While the nob

Happily Never After: Once upon a time in a Kingdom far, far away, A small Prince started trouble, for he started a fray. The prince and Pinocchio fought in the Kingdom's time square, And this ticked off the Prince's parents, for it really raised their hair. What they had in mind for his actions, there's no telling what may ensue. No.. There is no telling what, but we will give you... a clue! So thirteen years after that filthy incident in time square, The prince is still here in this large tower, with eighty seven foot long hair, When a young girl, to his surprise, called out his name, "Young Prince! Throw down your hair, and we'll togethe

The day's always the same: The same faces, The same schedule, The same heartbreak. Sometimes I wish That the sun won't rise, That the moon won't Show its face. I wish the starts didn't Twinkle so bright, And that the flowers in the fields Didn't bloom before me, Because it's all a lie. The change we see everyday Is nothing but a lie. The day's always the same: The same faces, The same schedule, And the same, All too familiar, Heartbreak.