The scenarios pass with so much gasps,

Memories ragged with dark cracks,

The blue traces through their thin hollows,

Filling them with blazing sorrow,

A few times I stumbled and fell,

Hugged by the wretched hands of hell,

My mind darted with sinister means,

To get out of the pestilence's gleams,

But I found my pen in a case,

I drew to it with my papers on display,

While the crowds pushed to the movies for comfort,

I remained in the quiet raft that henceforth,

Became a cope to hurtling pains,

That seared me with their crazed stains,

The inky letters twisted and grew,

Each clearer than the last tune's truth,

The tapestries of words flowed out of my pen,

Wiggling like the dance of a mother hen,

Tales were birthed in the depths of dark nights,

Graces uncovered far from the blaring light,

The pages stood with each step along my way,

A resort to my gains of pain,

But one other held me past my notes,

Not angered by my shortcomings and disgusting loots,

His everlasting arms held me in his warm embrace,

Even when I did not feel he was on my case,

The skies rippled, constantly changing,

But he remained a beacon everlasting,

The times grow darker with each minute I spend,

The shadowy trees casting shadows down my pen,

But in the choking and suffering,

With it's malicious grumbling,

The man still stays true given a chance,

Believe it and you will have a great partner to dance,

Against the currents of eternal night,

My world may foster from pain,

My problems still a real disdain,

But I am not alone for I now have,

My savior who helped my failing dance,

And books to jot the highlights of our prance,

I feel renewed in courage,

To know I am not alone in my carriage,

Join our coven and you will see too,

The depth of love in our high school.

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