A/N: Hey, there. So, another Sandman poem. I'm not used to poetry, but somehow, that's the only way I can write about Gaiman's series. There is some references of my previous one, "What does D stand for?", but nothing major. Well, as usual, reviews are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman series.

And now you know,

The many things D can stand for,

But I can see in your eyes,

Senseless doubt arising

You, who Curiously asks,

"Who is the Cruelest of them all?"

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Some would say it's the Blind Sovereign

With his bound limbs and set way

He who embodies fate, that which dictates one's pathway

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Destiny is unbearable, tis' never too late

To change one's path, and start anew once again

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Others would argue in favor of the Magister of Transition

With her masked smiles and appeasing way

She who embodies the last occurrence in one's life, that which marks the end

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Death is a certainty on the end, tis' never too late

To enjoy one's journey once again

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May be the Lord of All that is Not, I hear you say,

With his distant, cold glare and haughty way

He who embodies that which is not real, the illusion of one's mind

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Dream is an illusion that doesn't exist, tis' never too late

To craft one's vision when awake

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Mayhaps the Weaver of Chaos, some would suggest

With his booming voice and brash way

He who embodies the mayhem of all that there is, the ruination in one's actions

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Destruction obliterate what is held dear, tis' never too late

To recreate one's esteemed affection once again

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The Ruler of All then, perchance

With his/her/it alluring face and tempting way

He/She/It who embodies all that is wanted, the things one aspires

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Desire is an urge that surges, tis' never too late

To resent one's ambition once again

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The Monarch of the Nil is whispered, a sensible option

With her grotesque body and angst way

She who embodies the misery in every way, the forlorn in one's life

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Despair in one's heart is felt, tis' never too late

To believe in one's valor once again

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Certainly the Conundrum of Perception, then

With her distorted mind and kooky way

She who embodies the paranoid in every way, the absurd in one's awareness

But I'd beg to differ,

For if this Delirium makes one insane, tis' never too late

To make sense of one's perspective once again

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But I hear you whisper once again

"Then, who is the Cruelest of them?"

I'd say, they are all Cruel, in their own way

But all equal Compassionate to a Decent extent

For Cruelty is not their Domain

No matter what some may say

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It was merely brought from what came before

Created from a tyrannical reign that we all embrace

A regime that Chronos coordinate

For the one saying that I have to concur

'Tis always too late to wish the past away

For that is the one thing you cannot change once again

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Chronos always presents countless options

But only for that which does not exist

Unlimited choices for the present you can make

But the moment you decide to implement

It will already be in the past, the reflex felt only on the present that came

And no matter what results, you can't ever change your choice once again

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This, not even The Endless can escape,

Tis' the absolute truth

The Cruelest ruler we all obey