Allison Rose Poems

A man is judged by character
And not for guts alone, for
His virtue and his honesty
And courtly manners known.
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It’s not the road that matters,
But the path that leads you on.
You find your way, through cloud and stone,
To some forgotten song.
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(For the victims of misfortune everywhere)

A boy stands beside his favorite dog,
The blood clotting around her neck,
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It hurts to be alone when one
Has surely lost her way.
The road is long,
The feeling strong
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Inspiration, stranger places,
Shining eyes and drooping faces,
Gusty mountains, open spaces,
Seen through mine own point of view.
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The songs of old, of us they told,
Of brave and gallant fellows bold.
The tales we wrought of battles fought
Within these songs of old.
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