Another Model Poem

I had to model after any poem I chose. I chose something short because, well, I'm not overly excited about writing in the footsteps of somebody else. This is by far the cheesiest one I wrote in that poetry class! Oh well . . .

Classical Rhapsody

Dreams, darting in and out of Fancy’s flight
White stars, shooting in the blackest of night.
Makes clear – inky depths of the sleeping mind.
It’s vital that we keep dreams to remind
Grave desires we desperately hide.
The truth will out – who are we to decide?


Brevity Rocks.