Carpe diem II
Caves of mystery, echoes and screams.
The words of a Wildman, a baby is born.
Ne’er forget these words, their meaning is deep:
The caves of mystery – behold their power,
Build the world, create, destroy.
Echoes and screams – scream forth the mighty poet’s breath.
Echoes in the deep, dark chasms.
Wails of a madman – nonsense letters, poetry devised.
A baby is born – the poem is written.
“Carpe diem. Seize the day boys.
Make your lives extraordinary.”
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