Persona Poem

As that gent did march through his past,
the conflicting mem'ries strangle that gent,
each demanding its owneth attention,
spitting and vomiting out the teen,

large and aggressive,
toweth'ring and high,
unsure of the reliability,
of what is real and what is not,

That gent wast did approach by a wench,
a wretch'd beldams the lady wast,
wielding a large sharp bodkin,
with the sharpness of a thousand fangs,

That gent hath opened his eyes
and did scream out loud