Saturn Devouring One of His Children 1819-1823 by Francisco Goya

My children will overthrow me,

This is some bologna,

What can I do,

Except make them food.

That would be harsh and cruel,

But I make the rules,

They must die,

I'll eat them like I eat pie,

I'll start with their heads,

While they're in their beds,

Next I'll eat the arm,

That will be an alarm,

I wonder how they'll taste,

hopefully not like waste,

I have to get rid of them,

So I guess I'll have to eat them.

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters 1798 by Francisco Goya

Unable to focus on my work,

I drift into a sea of restless thoughts.

As I sleep and dream

I am attacked by monsters of my imagination.

These creatures of the night

emerge from the darkness

and haunt me.

I try to awaken

as my fears take over my mind

but I continue to sleep

and think restless thoughts

as these creatures of the night

pursue me.

The Nightmare 1781 by Henry Fuseli

I lay and dream

of terror and it seems

that I will never awaken.

This demon that sits upon me

instills a fear that cannot mean

anything but that I will never be free.

I lay and dream

of death and I scream

in my head as I wish for forgiveness

from the lord as I slowly die 

but nobody knows the reason.

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Wife if Bath

I don't think that she is a good example because she wasn't really in love. She was only with the men she was with because they had money. That's why she only wanted men that were old and had a lot of money. She waited for them to die and then took the money when they were dead. She is what somebody would call a gold-digger. 

Sonnet 1

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

This sonnet is talking about somebody sharing their beauty with the world and how we want all things to grow strong and be beautiful. He also tells this person that it would  be beneficial to have a child so that they can share their beauty and keep the person in their memory. He  says this person is being selfish by not sharing their beauty with everyone and the person is being self-centered and the person is only hurting themselves because they could be doing so much more with their beauty and all the beauty is being wasted.

Modern Day Pardoner

I think that a modern day pardoner would be someone that is constantly asking for money for unnecesary items. A preacher could be considered a modern day pardoner because all they really want at the end of the day is your money. Not all preachers are like this but in my opinion most of them are. Some really do care about making you closer to God and making you a better person but some just look forward to to the "donations" that are sort of forced upon you.

My Riddle

My owners love me
and everybody wants me
i'm used for trade
and I have many faces
some have more than others
I can be used for anything if you have a lot