Here's a poem I wrote.. It's not quite done yet but I think it's pretty good. As you can notice it's written in alexandrines:
Chipping paint lit by a single beam of sunlight,
Covered the walls of his eternally old prison.
Preventing him from seeing the promised sight,
As he lingered and stood, waiting for an omen.
Cursed with folly, a damnation which would follow
His cruel nights filled with dreams of death and anguish,
And echoes in his head, as if it was hollow.
But in lucidity was granted one last wish.
The gift of musical genius he was given,
To write the most charming and graceful melodies.
Even time could not make his mind bleak and barren,
And his heart was still filled with harmonic stories.
He would hear them resonating inside his skull.
And with white chalk on a black board, down he'd write them.
Some were dismal and sad, others bright and joyful,
But for all things in life, he would write an anthem.
Chipping paint lit by a single beam of sunlight,
Covered the walls of his eternally old prison.
Preventing him from seeing the promised sight,
As he lingered and stood, waiting for an omen.
Cursed with folly, a damnation which would follow
His cruel nights filled with dreams of death and anguish,
And echoes in his head, as if it was hollow.
But in lucidity was granted one last wish.
The gift of musical genius he was given,
To write the most charming and graceful melodies.
Even time could not make his mind bleak and barren,
And his heart was still filled with harmonic stories.
He would hear them resonating inside his skull.
And with white chalk on a black board, down he'd write them.
Some were dismal and sad, others bright and joyful,
But for all things in life, he would write an anthem.




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