melancholy fall

the autumn's pure perfection, 
the lake, in its repose, 
the days when joy's reflection 
was not disturbed by those 

who seek to break our faith and will 
by constant battle waging -- 
before the weakness came, the one, 
the shameful one, called 


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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