Simon - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
Simon daily in the market telling all kinds of stories, conveying to crowd which soon gather to listen, him defining adventurous journeys he had.
Speaking loud endeavors endured by him luring to held listeners, shocking notes to wanting to hear ears, capturing even kids responses in laughs.
Simon defines times of strange occurrences, thrilling conflicts end badly between parties, close death misses by him occurring in pit night fall.
Facts told one wonder if they were really real, so bizarre from average his conveyances, outside expected known norm, frightening scary ideals.
Simon defines events in vivid details, as if surviving endeavors himself through conquests of struggles, him among harsh events being actually there.
Blow to blow strikes in clashes with bleeding, encounters against and by him, surviving acts of violence as terrors unfolds, him without a scratch.
Simon portray in accounts humorous thoughts of comedy, agony faced in combative conflicts: a storyteller with his words weaving his mystic.
Magician unveiling his tricks within descriptive words, feats he does capturing attentions, tales are realistic touching they will lock your interests.
Terrors in small vessel in big storms to make one hold ones face, his courageous challenges raging against robbers and thugs by him to be chased.
Couples wrapped in gazing twists within each others arms breathing, he speaks against law and its injustice, Simon an advocate against wrongs.
Lone rider he appears in his stories in the distance, him always outside of the governing Order, Simon in his accounts never had a badge or a gun.
Giant Simon among his fellow brethren, hidden there among them doubted by them, fought bad plagues, he cured infesting diseases and survived.
Conflicts detailed activities spoken by Simon do thrill the mind, acclaims some passing by him don't believe, Simon's yielding no restricted occurrences.
Events he tells to listeners with things to consider, Simon relates the very odd prevailing a situation, his concepts fogged thoughts to the not knowing.
Dramatic challenges even true adventurers reacts, him a survivor to tell us even more, thoughts Simon during talks set forth as snares to trap.
Thoughts sweetly told endearing you to come closer, enchanting senses with folks sighs about, frightening sights: Which to me are Life?
Pain when he speaks in his tales thrilling, locking passers interests, making them to reply with emotions, hold tight gripping their heads.
I like his true stories told of him in high seas adventuring, or maybe in my thinking perhaps I should asks myself: do I like his personal lies?
Simon shocking stories concepts streaming tears, jerking them out from ones eyes, Simon now you see it; and its appearance: wow of the writer.
All in their truth of realizing things that Simon's said, statements told by Simon as actualities of according, all on acceptance to what Simon says.
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