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He descends upon the field of battle,
like a reaper among a field of grain,
and with every blow slays men like chattel,
blind to conscience in his pursuit of gain,
but his martial chant is mostly prattle,
and his teammates hold him in much disdain,
so though he cries for help in his pursuits,
they have long since resigned his voice to mute.
like a reaper among a field of grain,
and with every blow slays men like chattel,
blind to conscience in his pursuit of gain,
but his martial chant is mostly prattle,
and his teammates hold him in much disdain,
so though he cries for help in his pursuits,
they have long since resigned his voice to mute.
Literature
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i fade with
stilted shots, the audience
waits for me. choking. oh god
how could this happen
with my throat
twisted up
and my head bound tight
in ropes i'm not sure i want to
untie? snap my brittle
wrists. i'm losing again,
numbers scaling down to a
place i should not be.
a parasite is swallowing
my energy. tests are negative.
i breathe.
--
just as i drift
into
pale, fading sleep,
his fingernails
claw through
the
material of
my skull.
i don't know who he is but i remember
the wooden floor beneath me
the length of my hair
catching under my back
as i struggle
and
how it felt when he
left me on the floor,
limp
tear stre
Literature
Hollow
No dreams, feelings or death,
No love, hate, or anything left.
I will remember the call of the grave
It always greets me at the end of the day.
I was but a mage, now a shell,
Hailing from Londor, destined for hell.
Walking the path until it ends
Losing my souls, making amends.
Then struck by the curse, calling for help
Staring at the growing darkness I felt.
Still I am clutching on to the last bit of hope
But the fire fades forevermore...
Feels like even time came to a halt
For I know what it is like to possess a hollow heart.
Inane philyra
Literature
i.
Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
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Type of Poem: Ottava Rima
The ottava rima was originally used for long poems on heroic themes, but later came to be popular in the writing of mock-heroic works. A stanza consists of eight iambic lines, usually iambic pentameters. Each stanza consists of three alternate rhymes and one double rhyme, following the a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c pattern.
If you've every played a game online, especially a first person shooter, this piece should resonate strongly for you. Especially since one of the most frustrating things about this kind of player is that they are usually very good and even when they aren't, they will play up their skills until you're ready to shove a controller down their throat. I find the simplest solution is just to mute everyone I don't know at the start of a game.
This is my third submission for the December Form Challenge from #ProjectDFC. You can read the rest of my entries here.
The ottava rima was originally used for long poems on heroic themes, but later came to be popular in the writing of mock-heroic works. A stanza consists of eight iambic lines, usually iambic pentameters. Each stanza consists of three alternate rhymes and one double rhyme, following the a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c pattern.
If you've every played a game online, especially a first person shooter, this piece should resonate strongly for you. Especially since one of the most frustrating things about this kind of player is that they are usually very good and even when they aren't, they will play up their skills until you're ready to shove a controller down their throat. I find the simplest solution is just to mute everyone I don't know at the start of a game.
This is my third submission for the December Form Challenge from #ProjectDFC. You can read the rest of my entries here.
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