The spillage of a fountain pen

Sketched a tainted heart and then

Forged my name in bloody ink

To stain my pride or so they think

.

Laced with rage, the page displayed

Bold letterings with spite arrayed

Showcasing dark deserted soul

on freeway to Hades with hiked toll

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But then the epilogue of disgrace

Lost its power as if it were erased

The thought of it provoked a laugh

Since the ogre wrote his epitaph

.

Departed he is and so shall remain

A prodigy has now buried the pain

And he rewrote the horror story

Dark replaced with morning glory

Arioso

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