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Here's another one^^ Check out my others on my userpage! Idon't have a name for this one though.

It's been sixteen years since the day I left
And seventeen since my death
I fell beneath the common ground
I fell with my last breath

Then I walked among The Fallen
Not knowing how I came
I seeked out truth and wisdom
From those who would spare my shame

The shadows from my darkest dreams
Came through the haunting gloom
I knew my only safest haven
Was inside my forlorn room

I wake each day in agony
For the nightmare wither my soul
My consciousness writhes in pain
Just like a burning coal

And then The Fallen waited outside my door
I stood to meet my fate
I knew they were to take me back
Before the days of late

Into the castle we did go
I did not fear or cower
We went into the highest room
And they threw me from the tower

I fell until I hit the ground
But death I had defied
I looked around and then I knew
That I had never died

The night was never a especially good time for me. With the darkness and mystery on what could be in the darkness. This is why I walk, no, more than walk, I sneak through this city. Right now, as I write, I feel vulnerable alone in this darkness of a city gone desolate. A city in which both Heaven and Hell reside, both Destiny and Damnation draw me farther into its streets.
You may think me a madman, but even now I can assure you that I am no such thing. For you see, as I creep silent silent through the dark streets, lined by the tall buildings forever in shadow, my mind's buzzing; planning, plotting an escape. Though all my thoughts return to but one: that of fear.
I feel the tug of the city's chains tugging on my very heart and soul, urging me on, farther farther. What's left of my determination tells me to resist, but the dark closing in on me, the shadow of this damned city blanks my mind and I listen.
From the city comes a beat, as if that from a marcher's drum, but it's slow and quiet. The more I listen the louder and quicker it gets. Now immutable, the beat continues.
Sneaking, creeping through the silent streets of this long forsaken city. I fear now more than ever that sense of vulnerability. Though it presses me to continue, the night of this city is truly the longest night, the darkest night.
The glorious light is naught to the darkness of this city, and therefore light itself is futile.
But standing here, staring down the street as far as I can, I cannot tell if the town is Avalon or the Burning Hells.

I call it 'Rhyming'. Hope you like it =D

Some trees are short and some trees are tall
And others are both big and small
But the tree I lay under now, you see
Are none of those but as tall as me
Now as I lay underneath this tree
A-writin' in my diary
I spy and old wolf comin' up to see
And this is what she says:

"Oh honey Oh honey! Can you spare me some time?
I'm needing your help to make this old ballad rhyme
You see I'm not good at this rhymin' game
Some of my poems would put me to shame!"
"Now, now" I says, "your rhymes aren't that bad,
They just need touching up, and for you I am glad
I'm glad that you trust me; an innocent lad
Now's here what you need to do:

"A smart wolf like you knows that 'bike' rhymes with 'hike'
And surely you know that 'like' rhymes with 'pike'
And even a word like a 'sheik' has 'unique'
See, rhyming is easy when you know the technique!"
"I get it! I get it! Thank you!" She exclaims
Then she ran down the hill, the same way she came
"Oh shoot! I forgot to ask for her name!"
And that, as they say, is that.