Writing Stories From My Heart

Deepest Desires haunt me
They are scandent, like ivy covering an ancient wall.
Rising higher, almost exploding with need
Until I can no longer ignore
The incessant call that drips
         like
                    a
                              faucet
No longer can I turn away or deny
The Faustian hunger than ravages my insides.
The die was cast before I was born
And I must fulfill the purpose that was pressed into my soul
The longing it brings
The only release
Is to meet it head on
Stick my butt in the chair
Poise the pen over my page
And let myself bleed out
As I craft a world beyond this knowing
One that haunts my inner sanctuary
One that needs to be told
As only I can tell it.

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Prompt for: Feb 10 (Fyn) ▼

Subject or Theme: A wish or a dream for the 'new year' - no world peace or a cure for a disease or unlimited money, give us a 'personal to you' dream. Doesn't have to be realistic or practical but something you'd really like to accomplish or do or a place you'd like to go. Or maybe something you'd like to have.
Word(s) to Include: scandent,Faustian, cast, (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): dream, wish, go, do, see, want (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: at least 18 lines.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.

scandent - climbing, as in a plant
Faustian - sacrificing spiritual values for power, knowledge, or material gain:
a Faustian pact with the Devil.
3. characterized by spiritual dissatisfaction or torment.
4. possessed with a hunger for knowledge or mastery.