Medieval Canvas

(poems go here) Have you ever dreamed of the most brilliant life of the distinguished?Being able to become apart of a lovely existence where your bones are uplifted with undoubtful endings.My gravity and ability beyond the mass flock of us birds depends on my soul and stride and not the heartache or warmth of desicion and relationship.I am who exactly I decide.Do you control my reckoning?Does anyone?Do you believe in intervention?Or anything at all?Because I behold such a strength and integrity in my diaphragm built for a belt like "I am Beowulf".Can you fathom?Standing tall,broad and heavy chested with a shadow of darkness overwhelmed by joy,ambition and assurance but conflicted.Because though you know your purpose humanity is vexed with the confusion of happiness and understanding worth welfare.Headless and heartbound I return to the horse in waiting to pledge my loyalty.For I see what this bog of despair can become.Though ony if the simple minds shall allow the aid in refuge far from this dastardly infected place.