Can Someone Write me a SESTINA?

Can someone please write a sestina for me?

• Its for my homework and its due tomaro

• Answer:

  you could've just googled it; The Dream Cavern In a cavern that chimes with still echoes, Some no-good hustlers have set up a banquet table. This and other spaces like it are where dreams Hang to dry beneath the chatter of darkness, Holy birds, and snarling wolves. Whose house do they all go to afterwards? Which lives will everyone assume afterwards? The hustlers find partial answers in the echoes Of the holy birds, but to speak with the wolves, They slice off their wings and put them on the table. While feasting, their wet paws arouse a darkness In the dead holy birds now reduced to dreams. This place is made from the stuff of dreams, Where birds go but go nowhere afterwards. It’s constructed out of the light and darkness That the world walks through, swimming in echoes, Dreaming of bread and wine on a table, Thinking of hustlers and birds and wolves. Every plant and scrap of meat has been eaten by wolves. They devour the food of the hustlers’ dreams, And leave nothing on the table For anyone to eat afterwards. In this grey cavern of wolves and echoes, Nothing is free from the darkness. Dances arise in the darkness, The same way songs were buried by wolves And dug up in the echoes. All of these things arise and wander in dreams But lie down afterwards, After we’ve risen and wandered to the breakfast table. These thought are brought to the table, Filled with air, drained of darkness, Burning with memories of afterwards. These thoughts are fed to the wolves Once they’ve escaped from dreams And resound in the echoes. Afterwards, forget the holy birds and the wolves, And the hustlers and the table and the darkness And the cavern of your dreams—but remember the echoes. btw it's **tomorrow not tomaro :)