Gatsby, Gatsby! Where art thou gatsby, for as he looks at the light, the light lurks in his dreams. For his dreams are gone, his dream is hope, love, his dream is Daisy. Gatsby,Gatsby where are you! Daisy is here, here waiting for your dream to come true. Gatsby! why have you flee from this world. Why? Why have the corrupt gunfire poison your skin, for Daisy loves how warm thy true self is. As the cannon fire sounds the last hours cower, cower up the pool’s edge as the blood stained water ripples, ripples, far reaching the ivy that rips apart the two lovers hearts.