Thy Perception

Not blank, nor grey
Yes, there lies a blot
A smudge of ink
On stark-white paper
As does with everybody.
And yet there is a difference;
A variation does exist.
A face, sharp with features,
Best seen in dim radiance,
Transparent with its mysteries...
A mischief brews,
A spark dares to shine
Sheltered in the deep reaches
Of a blackened universe.
Struggling every instant,
To outshine darkness.
Will it succeed?
Mind knows not.
What lies ahead?
Fate tells not.
A few more patches,
Scatter here and there.
Fates makes it tough
Wisdom lends a hand;
Sorrow declares war,
Shrewdness wins it.
Priorities rearrange themselves,
And thus is born,
A Human.

Of verses and lines,
Of phrases and words,
I know nothing.
The perception remains yours.
Think what you might,
For the freedom
Is always yours.

- Me

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To,
An Anonymously Famous puppy,

Though no amount of honour can replace a belly rub,
Here is a little dedication to thine honour

From,
A vampire who strives in your lust for life.
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