Draco: Okay...to explain the changing format throughout this...I wrote this from the perspective of two different people who show up in my story "Live Like the Gypsies." The normal text is Andrew, a gypsy who crossed from America to Europe just in time to die in a concentration camp and was then reborn into the same band of gypsies years later. The italicized text is James, a gypsy who has been possessed by a being of pure evil. All the bold text is both of them. Now that I think my explanation is long enough to run people away...here's the poem...

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Stones and stories

Graves and glories

People find their way

Children find their graves

We all become lost

In the end

Death and dancing

Flight and fancy

Always have to run

Hiding from the sun

We all know the cost

In the end

Put me to the grind

Step inside my mind

What all do you find

Can you sit and cry

Do you fall apart

Is it in your heart

Can you really start

Do you feel that smart

Take away my pain

Let me go insane

Hit me with your train

Wash me in the rain

I think I'm just a stain

Run away