Like a Dervish I spin,
I dance like a puppet to a tune,
unknown yet somehow broken.
In this dance macabre I move from place to place,
From person to person.
In my wake comes joy and peace,
Yet fear and pain burn within my shadowed heart.
I am a man, but not the man I thought I was.
That I know now.
Towards good or ill I dance on.














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Shiny! You're making me wish I could write poetry now...
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