Journeying across campus, there is snow falling all about. The iconic scenery is more than enough for some students to be inspired it seems to make works of arts - from snowmen to snow angels, the frozen world full of fractals of ice has given rise to inspiration all around. Muses are found in all sorts it seems, and expressions even more so. Recently on the bulletin boards across campus there has been a flier posted at the early rise of morning. Today that post included what seems to be one student's poetic expression of their inspiration. Listed below is today's mysterious and enigmatic post.
"Simple it is…how it remains. The face is different and so the name changes.
Until now I never knew pains, the feint of difference or so it claims….
Now it is true, a difference I do see…the sort of difference that we wanted there to be.
Nevertheless, is it too good to be true? I asked myself this and so should you…
You never wonder until it's too late…I find myself wondering at mine own fate.
Because it's hard to see it all go, but then I wonder if I already know…
Remember I did, and so I bring truth…I masked it in red and called myself a sooth.
Of course I will and always did I become, the essence of what was lost-the soulless numb…
Only now do I recall what it all was for, I think back on it now…it felt like a bore
Kissed by death, and boredom til tears…I find myself looking back in tears.
But of course…I see why now. It has been here all the while…
Yes it remains despite the claims…a rose still has thorns even by other names.
And still I fell under the spell
No doubt you will too, I know it is true
You will succumb to the soulless numb…
Over time the elite soon came to be…overpowered and armed to the T.
Truth exists in my youth, I barer and bringer…the sooth…
Here I begin my reign of rhyme…a gift for you during this Christmas time.
Even still my words will remain, they will bring truth…but will they cause pain?
Remember the words that I deliver, I am a messenger…I am a truthgiver.
Nay I will not be undone by silence, my words will ring on at any expense.
And true it will be the day that they come that we will awaken the soulless numb…
Mend the errors of our time and ways…and fret not the upcoming days.
Ending now, but I will return…I wrote this in red so that you may learn…"
Well, eerie and enigmatic are two words used to describe this poet. Fliers with this has appeared on every bulletin board across campus. As the author stated it is indeed written in red ink. Hopefully you find inspiration somewhere to bring new artwork to light!
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