POEM STARTER

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.

Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.

Truth is the Opposite of Fantasy

Everywhere I look I see lies or delusion, Built on a terrible man-to-gain fusion. Oh, the terrors I have unknowingly caused, The lives of so many brazenly stopped or paused. I thought within these walls I was safe, Now they’re causing my very soul to chafe. Everything I’ve ever known has been wrong My only option is to trust a traitor’s song? Looking up to where dragons and fairies fly, We “earned”this by letting everyone else die? The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; A place once so magical now hurt to behold.

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