[Midnighter]

Cool. I guess i'll post second. This is an original poem I wrote while thinking about a bunch of proverbs.

An eye for an eye
and we'd all be blind
to the beauty placed here for us to behold;
By a single word from a wise old man.
He sees sitting down,
what we fail to from the mountain,
that all that glitters is not gold.
For though two wrongs don't make a right,
they inevitably spawn revenge.
-Midnighter

I'm not really sure what i was trying to say, so tell me what it says to you.