Twelfth's NightWhen the Light was dim,And Stars was bright,He danced, envelopedIn bliss and delight,Did Twelve on Twelfth's Night.The other numbers,He knew not,In this little gapthat time ne'er forgot,Did Twelve on Twelfth's Night.Time, he knew,Had left him behind.To dance untilThe Dark declined,Did Twelve on Twelfth's Night.Swirled up thoseDark Dark's steps,To end the DarkThat ruled, unkempt,Did Twelve on Twelfth's Night.Slicing inWith sword from Light,To cease the reignOf Dark o'er Light,Did Twelve on Twelfth's Night.Honoured and praisedBy those amazed,And mark'd down inImmortal words for days,Was Twelve on Twelfth's Night.
Prompt: StackStacks of CDS sit on my shelf. It's a fairly narrow-minded collection, but one that I [mostly] love, no matter what others might think. It's also the stand out in the crowd; the loner; the one surrounded by empty seats in the classroom. Not many like it, but it's an individual.
Prompt: WallpaperIs it more than just a coating on a room?Is it symbolic of your life?It sits there day after day, holding things up,Never letting them fall.It's your friend,When failed by all.