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A Worldly Octave
30-4-16
The rise, the fall,
The trumpets toot –
Oh what a hoot –
We bear it all
Because we’re sure
This life,
This strife,
Is to endure.
With great pomp and fanfare,
This war began,
It ended, then,
With not a care.
The horsemen, four,
Born from death;
With every breath
They come in war.
This life matters not
In the end,
For we spend
More time with rot,
Than making whole
This life of glee –
Yes, you and me –
We bare our soul.
30-4-16
The rise, the fall,
The trumpets toot –
Oh what a hoot –
We bear it all
Because we’re sure
This life,
This strife,
Is to endure.
With great pomp and fanfare,
This war began,
It ended, then,
With not a care.
The horsemen, four,
Born from death;
With every breath
They come in war.
This life matters not
In the end,
For we spend
More time with rot,
Than making whole
This life of glee –
Yes, you and me –
We bare our soul.
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Written for the Chaos Prompt by ArthurTheBraveOne Prompts what is this I don't even over at NaNoPlotMo 's thing Prompt Chaos: Monday, April 25th
I rolled: 11, 11, 6
I rolled: 11, 11, 6
11. The collapse of society
11. ...... And nothing happened.
6.
107. After the end of the world
by L2the4, Apr 4, 2016, 8:14:13 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
After the end of the world
The horsemen ate horseflesh
And laughed as they became men
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Well, sorry it's taken me so long to get back to this (been horribly busy and internet has been absolute sheit), but just wanted to say that this one turned out lovely! Great rhyming all over, doesn't feel at all forced, so yeah, just seems pretty great execution on the whole here 