Paul

Cassidy Melczak

Mindless shell, awake, asleep
Does the jester ever sleep?
Endless energy, ever speeding
Always having never needing
 
What has he, brains or brawn?
Or is he merely a simple pawn?
In a mind game of galactic scale
Simple jester will surely fail
 
Winters grace, missed over he
Springs intelligence he may not be
Summers strength, nowhere near
Falls skill, maybe still here
 
Dreamers show the future near
Or wraiths, unspeakable invoking fear
Travel to an unknown plan
Escape forever the world's pain
 
Gamer's skill can instill awe
The likes of which no one ever saw
Masterful quick deadly aim
Get out of the way or you he'll maim
 

This was written about Paul Kepp, one of my other friends wanted me to write a poem about him, so after a few weeks of nagging I finally did.




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