Walking into the large, open-ceiling amphitheater, Matthew glanced around. As usual, it was empty. Deserted. He nodded to himself, and continued forward. Perfect, he thought, privacy at last! The son of Apollo proceeded to walk down the nearest staircase, his shoes making a light thump sound as he moved forward. He sighed with relief as he reached the bottom, and sat in the nearest seat, a rather comfortable chair that lined the front-row. He glanced at his mediums. His open notepad, slightly yellowed from age, sat in his right hand. In his left was his sword, the weapon he would use to slay boredom. The pen. He smiled to himself, and began scrawling words across the paper. A few moments later, he read the haiku that had been written down. The words had come to unintentionally. All poems were like that. The boy laughed to himself, and flipped to the next page triumphantly.
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