Butterflies...
In the whirlwindSomeone's hand seeming warmly
A crying opera... overwhelmingMy feet was dangling
Above me, a faded sun was hangingA low piercing scream
From an entity, I believed was angryMemories surrounding
I saw her leaving her familyA shadow by her, was standing
It cried too but, she couldn't feel itBooks floated all around
Some had already been torn apartI caught a feather–shaped paper
I read a poem therein, but couldn't find the latterShe approached from the dark cloud
In emptiness, she seemed proudHer eyes had been nailed
This must have made her never the sameShe saw me
But, let me beHer countenance was calm but terrifying
I could be torn apart any minuteThe whirlwind got thicker as I propelled
It became clear I wasn't leaving until she saidI thought of what to do
Then I remembered her poem:*
Serpents fight without their venom
A blade's sharpness has its tenor
I had dined with terror
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*I was lucky poetry came easy
I had figured the remaining words alreadyAUTHOR'S NOTE
Heyo people, I know...
"What was it?! What happened?! How could you put us in suspense like this?!! Not cool!!!"
Hehehe... I thought it was too quiet here. So, I decided to make trouble.
Please don't kill me.
I'll update the rest... eventually....
Hehe... I'm kidding. I'll make it sooner. Like "tomorrow" sooner.
So, poets, readers, humans and aliens... I've got a challenge for you all.
Guess the missing parts of her poem!
Hint:
Five(5) words.
Their acronym : F M H T E
If you get it, you get a special reward from me.
My friendship, which includes checking and voting willingly on your stories, a dedication, and I could write a poem for you to use if you liked.
That's something right?
And ovcourse... a lifetime follow! ;-)
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
شِعر...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...