Dreams

This was NOT my dream. Just a s****y poem I have made off of one of Edgar Allen Poe's Poems.

I have had a dream on the latter night,

A dream or horror, ambrosia, and despair.

Heart-racing like a New Yorker's Fight,

With a will to survive a depression.

A nightmare it may be, but a favorite, maybe.

It may be the best nightmare I have ever had.

With words dripping with honey and sugar,

I write this poem out to an audience like you.

It could soon become a play-write, or a song.

I have had a dream on the latter night, 

A dream or horror, ambrosia, and despair.

Heart-racing like a New Yorker's Fight,

With a will to survive a depression.

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[Amanda]

I like this the best out of all of your work that I've read. Great job