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[i_am_legion]

It may be a Shakespearean sonnet, but it ain't Shakespeare. Still, I don't completely hate it.




On fictional characters


My lovers all are made of dreams and lies

Grim, beautiful companions of this kind

We walk the dull gray streets and airless skies

Of a repressively depressing mind

Displayed in words of empty flesh and yet

We were not wrought here for your enjoyment

Phantasmagorian shadows beset

By those who would forsake disappointment

Ghosts, thematically over-dramatic

Histories shift and change with each retell

Through iterations madly erratic

Warm blood and lettered script together dwell

My soul will swear one single fact to you

Inside the story everything is true