Incensed he stormed into the den
And grabbed some paper and a pen
The words like fire razed from his heart
As lust and passion tore feeling apart
At home he sat beside the fire
Lost deep to thoughts which do inspire
With long broad strokes he chiseled in
The feelings which pure love doth bring
His friends all cheer his raw emotion
As Hollywood hales in grand commotion
While home he sits without caprice
And locks away his masterpiece
Ten thousand years have come and gone
One is a hiss and one lives on
Copyright © 2008 by Layne Cockcroft
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