Damian Dauthdaert

As the day grows long and weary
My homework begins to parry
On the dueling field of procrastination
Which unfortunately to my teacher’s fascination
...

Her beauty was a wall of happiness
Her smile and laugh were my soul
Her language was that of sweetness
But now all that's left is a hole
...

A place down by the sea
A place always merry
That is the place I shall go
Down by the beach where the waters flow
...

With hair like golden grain
And beauty that would make the angels jealous
That is the girl I describe
...

The Dark Forest is fated to be
A place of dreadful misery
The dead may come and never go
Sometimes it is best to go with the flow
...

Into the forest
A place that has drawn near
Into the forest
A place that I shall hear
...

May times of happiness and joy fill you holidays
Even when gift wrapping might put you in a daze
Regarding the cheer and greatness of it all
Rarely is it past the time when the leaves have began to fall
...

With hair more beautiful than an early morning’s sunset
And skin smoother than the waves of the ocean
More beautiful than the angel’s themselves
This is the girl I know
...

As he stares out into the evening gloom
The moon shines overhead
Could this place be his tomb
This dark thought passes through his head
...

This girl descended from Heaven
With eyes bluer than the purest oceans
And hair that is the color of the morning sunrise
A girl who's spirit and soul are fire
...

As the cold depths of frigid water drag one down
You must fight and resist the urge to drown
As wordless bubbles stream from your mouth
It seems like your luck is quickly turning south 
...

A girl who is so lovely and fine
Oh how I wish she would be mine
She is so fair
With incredibly fine hair
...

Strings are breaking
Friends are shaking
Disapproval turns to hate
All because of love for a mate
...