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Posted October 27th, 2019 by Ninasilverrose

by Nina
in British Columbia

October 27th, 2019

They rage on, they hide

Towards the dying light

We go, we sway

The monsters that we slay

Are you a monster?

Ma'am, sir, monster?

Like a glass frosted

You lost yourself again 

Don't run! No hiding.

You cannot outrun me

The chaos brought upon thee

Is all my doing

Go on, I'll take it

The swords swung at me

I am your enemy 

As long as you believe

Run out of monsters 

Why not make your own?

Perfectly crafted

To your fit and form

Grab thy sword, swing again

Must I keep silent? They'll understand

Who is to blame? Who is the thief?

Stealing what belongs to thee! 

Or did it belong to thee at all? 

Your golden sword, you wield proudly

"They'll understand." 

And you are right

You hide your evil with ease

What can they do? Do indeed

So take another swing at me

And I'll remain silent 

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I'm not quite sure what this

I'm not quite sure what this poem is a metaphor, but it does bring an image to my head, so great job! It definitely has a medieval feeling with the use of the word "thee" and the mention of monsters- it makes me imagine that the speaker is a knight.
Keep writing poetry!

Posted by echo (*Jill*) on Tue, 10/29/2019 - 04:34
Thank you very much!

Thank you very much!

Posted by Nina on Tue, 10/29/2019 - 18:34

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