Yes, we are humans,
Come out of the sky.
Come to bring life,
To live, and then die.

Come to bring ruin,
And come to rule.
We will be kindest
Masters most cruel.

Come to destroy,
Teach, and placate.
And those below humans
Come on a plate.

So many mes
On journeys
With hidden keys
And histories
Trapped in mysteries

Please

Let me tell my
Stories.

Inspiration,
Come and strike,
Through the night,
Like a light.

New ideas,
Knock my door,
Walk my floor,
Give me more.

Burning thoughts,
You are mine,
Next in line,
Born to shine.

In darkness, I confronted
My birth of endless woes
The king that I imagine
Telling me he knows

Telling me he knows
My quiet isolation
Telling me he makes
My bold determination

Telling me he is
The king of introspection
The king of me and all there is
And of my every action

Telling me he rules
My fate, talent and action,
He makes me rise above the fools,
Who are in my reflection.

In darkness, I confronted
My king of endless woes
I do not meet his standards
And so my value grows.

Lewis Carroll,
The numbers were driving him insane.

George Orwell,
His family didn't know yet.

Mark Twain,
His childhood on the rivers.

Even Lord Voldemort,
With a past to disguise.

A pseudonym is a weapon like no other.