Chapter One-The Dead Poet
At her desk she writes away,
through the night, and half the day,
pages piled, here and there,
to fill a book, for all to share.
In one pile, she wrote in rhyme,
about her life, of death and time,
in another pile, she stacked free verse,
some pretty bad, some even worse.
One piece talked about romance,
forbidden love, and a second chance,
losing love, and finding it,
it was all in there, every bit.
She couldn't sleep, til the book was done,
she wrote of nature, murder, and fun,
this poet wrote of olden days,
of future life, and hearts betrayed.