The Poets Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

The poets of old never knew the meaning of love themselves, they questioned it constantly and in the hands of ignorance they dwelled
they could not understand what it meant to be real' they knew naught how to deal with their pain, they could not hear correctly nor could they steer their minds, to reel in a true concept of what it meant to be' they rounded the spectrum of thought without mathematics, and without incentive, their true gain was to diminish the sound of truths in tune, and the sight of lies to ru'in. who out of any of you would hear, see or know what it is im speaking of; true poetry is a lie in a truth; which of you could ever undue this, without reading all of the works of the poets; i would.