A Dream
The soul that was rejected
For writings that were good
Had a dream projected,
And hoped come true it would.
It thought, "Surely I'll show her
That my writings are not bad;
She simply can't them decipher,
And for that I'm partly glad.
For if all understood my writings,
They'd have no meaning unto me."
But does that justify the fighting
Over simple poetry?
The dream would be realized,
And the soul would be avenged,
And the foe would meet with sad demise,
And taste the soul's revenge.