"The Unknown Author" Poem

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The library is burning

Works become cinders

Embers of written life become dust.

I struck the match.



I take full responsibility,

Me, the author, the unknown.



So goodbye Shakespeare, Milton, Poe

Goodbye all the wannabes, forgotten, unknowns.

I was the one who wiped you out,

It was me, the unknown author.



No one can tell me I didn't achieve notoriety,

I will be written about, documented and theorised over.

My name will mean something,

My action will have spoken my words.



A changing of the guard,

Day one, wipe of the slate.



What is done is done,

What was yours has been taken.

I will no longer be judged by your standards,

I will no longer be forced to bow at your greatness.



This is the start,

My life's work has begun,

Strike off the libary's one by one.



Your thoughts were stolen anyway,

You don't deserve, I do.

VT

[theones (deleted)]

`You don't deserve what? I found it rather an interesting poem.