This is another poem about a beast in Monster Hunter World. Might have to rewrite it later because... Arch Tempered Lunastra is so much more fierce than this poem, haha.
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Blue Empress of Flames
have mercy on our tired souls.
Your mate's life we claimed
not knowing he was half of a whole.
With a sea of fire beneath our feet
and a tail longer than trees,
we are dying from your scorching heat.
For our lives do we plea.
Elder seal our only weapon against explosion,
"Good luck" our only mantra,
we walk her grounds, molten,
dancing with the hell that is Lunastra.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
