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"This has gone too far!" I scream. "Take it! Take it all! Find your own face! Find it or I'll tear it from my heart! I'll tear you and your false face from my own chest!" I drop to my knees, my face buried in my hands, "What do you want from me? Why do you haunt me so? Why do you not answer?!" If there was a God, surely, surely he would have reached down and cast my soul into hell himself for the curses I laid at his feet. Alas! I am still here! There is only me, in this chamber, there is no God here, hand raised in fury! There is no Devil, come to collect his dues! There is but me, and my reflection- a ghastly one at that; I hardly recognise

Did you drink The tainted tea? What I ask Is tainted tea? The tea grows old Cannot you see? Yes, I do I see, I see Suit yourself More tea for me Yes, that's true I must agree

As I enter my den I find Moon within At rest upon my chair His starlight eyes Belie his lies He knows he's in My Chair His airy voice Rings with rejoice "I know I'm in Your chair" "Could you move?" I ask "A simple task" But his eyes fill with despair "What stellar view Must lie for you Way up in the sky!" Moon looks to me "I would agree But I do so love Your chair!"

A happy poem for a happy day And on this day I write for you A beam of light, a golden ray A sylvan valley's waking fey Opening eyes- the dawn anew A happy poem for a happy day It comes alive and rains from gray Crying soft the green blade's dew A beam of light, a golden ray A vibrant place the least to say Its spirit living and well to do A happy poem for a happy day And to nimbly tread the fray Across the vale a halcyon view A beam of light, a golden ray An entire kingdom to live as it may A glorious morning I give to you A happy poem for a happy day A beam of light, a golden ray