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Goooood afternoon to all!! Updated: 10/15 -- Wicked excited to share that this ballad earned a Poetry MB! Big Thank you Lyn's a Witchy Woman !! Here is my Day #2 entry for the following contest:
Ballad -- The night was dark and oh, so weary He worked through the hours, oh, so dreary Sweat poured off his brow, In the midnight hours oh, so eerie Why did he slave so hard? Why was his soul so scarred? Lighting coils and high voltage displays Rain thundering, mists sprays The air is foul with stench The stitches weak with frays Why did he slave so hard? Why was his soul so scarred? Flesh all around Skin on the ground He sews with a storm in his heart Ready for the final stitch, ready to astound Why did he slave so hard? Why was his soul so scarred? Lightning rods in the air Channeled into the lair A bolt hits a pound of flesh to come alive He stands stunned by the glare Why did he slave so hard? Why was his soul so scarred? Hideous legs stand afoot Sausage fingers flex, cardiac output Beats an erratic tattoo. It stands before him, naked and flatfoot. Why did he slave so hard? Why was his soul so scarred? What will his creation do? It lumbers awkwardly in the stew Then destroys the equipment of life Before leaving in the morning dew Why did he slave so hard? Why was his soul so scarred? The creator stands shocked Surrounded by stench, unable to walk What part of his soul has he given away To a monster that can’t be stopped? **Author's Note: Daily happenings and musings will be a separate post. |