Author Topic: Dungeon - Poem Story  (Read 1124 times)

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http://azerathangelwolf.deviantart.com/art/Dungeon-Pt-1-114478311
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The warrior awoke,
eyes filled with hope,
worry shrouded him,
insanity, confusion.
He looked about the room,
walls slathered in blood,
thoughts of certain doom,
he sat up in the mud.

The walls where made of stone,
most impaled with spikes of bone,
very little light had shone,
a written language quite unknown.
On one wall, rested a door,
made of stone, covered with gore.

The short warrior shakily rose,
and scratched his scarred nose.
He had still, his metal suit,
of armor with a symbol of newt.

On his head lay a helmet,
strong yet worn,
still quite wet,
on top is a thorn.

He had been disarmed,
nowhere lie his weapon,
this made him quite alarmed,
hopefully he'll find it again.

Suddenly,
frightening,
screeching,
open, did the door become.
a creature, with a little hum,
of raspy voice, and giant like,
in his hand, held a pike.

The warrior sprinted to the corner,
alarmed by the foreigner.
It began to talk,
"It's time to take a walk."

-To be continued?-

I have to admit, it got worse toward the end.

Don't focus so much on rhyming in poetry that it takes over imagery and making sense.

Well, I think of the story line, then think of ways to make it rhyme.

telemarketer
in a huge ass walnut tree
lowlander Morgan


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