He stands. brushes crumbs. Off the hair.
Into the lair. Awake the beasts, the dragons there.
Send the demons off to school, to use their brand new magic tools.
cast a spell over married life, offer relief from the King's grief.
Play the spatula to the tune of Dark Wanderer. He is. Dark wanderer.
Stephen King romance novel. father with no money. Kids with
no job. spend the gold coins to keep the castle in
(Somewhat) Order. Off to fight the demons and rescue.
Rescue the princess, who is not there. slay the
Mechanical monsters who wouldst thou make life easy?
Nay, say thoust maneth to whom was once betrothed the mother of Monsters.
Rewin.d. Flashbac.k.
Spies creep over. The boss is a piss.
Takes another unwanted hit.
Fight for the freedom, the cause of the land,
Only to find his private war at hand
Blink into the super nova,
Hates the bands who run him ova'
fight the mastermind to save the tower.
Back to the Sleeping chamber music[[Canon in D Major]]
Broken heart.
just another day at the office.
A contest entry
- Cave Men by Tamera.
600 points, ended September 11, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Weird style, as usual.
Comments
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Thank you for entering, I found this to be very raw, and strong. Very different from the usual low,slow flow. I wonder if you do spoken word as well as written as I think this would do well in that genre as well. If not I hope you someday decide to try it.



