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as the last star dies



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Sat Mar 14, 2020 8:06 am
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napo 2020, can we do it


previously;

- 2019 skeletons strung by starlight [there's nothing here]
- 2018 cosmic lattes and other exotic coffeehouse specials
- 2017 Fowl Play (previously titled 'Ducks')
- 2016 lost in flashes - poetry of the garbage kind!
"I remember I posted Klingon and it made the mods super hard" -Willard

Prok once said something about Nate and apple pie. I forget the context.
  





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Fri Apr 03, 2020 6:55 am
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day one ~ [rest in peace]

day two ~ the lyre king: chapter ??

sit beneath these soft green skies
on deep blue grass 'tween fireflies
and listen to this old bard's songs,
songs of war and heroes gone!
heed these tales and heed them good,
that history be understood -

before the peace you know so well,
in this world, did horrors dwell;
with daggers piercing dragonhide,
did swords of steel and bone collide,
a king of gold and king of lies,
and suns that scorched a thousand eyes.

all ancient fears and ancient dread,
but surely naught could stir the dead?
so rest ye easy, comrade, friend
the peace you love should not yet end.
heed my tales, though, and i'll be pleased,
for future horrors shall yet be released.


Spoiler! :
i missed the first day and this one is coming in like six minutes before midnight

all my poem attempts have the same souuund and voice and blabla bla

this one isn't great or complete or whatever but i neeeed to post something
"I remember I posted Klingon and it made the mods super hard" -Willard

Prok once said something about Nate and apple pie. I forget the context.
  








How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of.
— Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane