Amateur Poetry; A Tale of a >fanfic Writefag

Little men've got
little dreams of
worlds little not,
their beings doth
seem cutest of all.

Little ponies,
nightmares of
cruel monkeys,
to sin like a moth,
autem vereor nox.

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Halls of historic shadows,
clouded by avenged lunacy;
They shout for reprieve;
Give Light the gallows.
Encourage hypocrisy;
Set Dusk aflame.

The banished calls;
Selene be extinguished.
When peace falls,
the people won't be blamed.
Sic semper tyranis.

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Towering beast in stylish gray and green,
His head with question mark, appearance bean,
His hands weak, intent unknown, his wit dim,
he searches for his next victim.

His embrace burns worse than dying,
ye he finds it quite amusing.
Many have lost, yet they battled-
OH GOD HELP I'M BEING CUDDLED

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A thousand miles from home, land's dry and weary,
My tour guide's words spell "Outlook is dreary,"
Yet, through Sun's glare and the air's swell
There! In the distance, a town quite swell,
Its meager rooves and barren streets seem welcome,
So I make time in town a thousand miles from home.

Closer, closer, the ville's mood is quite queer,
Its people always smiling as wide as death's fear,
Yet they haven't a reason for much cheer
as their backs're covered with jute cape mere
and bakery's sending my digestion to damnation
I come closer, closer to my revelation.

Standing, dazed, confused, I see their main reel;
Mane purple, hair just so with streak of teal
Her hips sway with branding as equal as the rest;
An equal sign, a result mathematically best.
She spoke with hidden knives a many in her voice,
Standing, dazed, confused, she gave me no choice.

My life's legacy and my eye's spark, all gone
In a spark of magical glory, my life undone,
Its symbol now locked away behind glass,
I find my new life without spark or mass,
Yet I still smile in cold, I still toil in heat,
My life's legacy and my eye's spark, all beat.

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"Say there, Aubrey," I said, voice clear, askance;
"Who're those?" Forth pointing, ears turning down.
"Outcasts," said she, cringing outside cadence,
"From lands far beyond our, forced yet ungrateful."
Sound at their own doorstep caused pause forgetful.

Noise and blows follow, heads fall and eyes hollow,
Peace and friendship they forget, violence without regret,
Best of both worlds? They'd rather none than share words.

--to be continued--