I wrote a poem. I was "inspired" by a website I frequent. It was talking about a form of poetry called Rictameter. Basically it's set up based on syllables. Like this:
2
4
6
8
10
8
6
4
2
With the first and last line being the same.
The "prompt" was "darkness". So, here's what I came up with:
Granddad
Darkness.
Night skies. Cold air.
Surrounded by loved ones.
Each of us lost in our own thoughts.
The main emotion: Hate. Hate for just one.
Good riddance, dirty, old, bastard.
Memories of him now
fade away to
darkness.
Hmm. Oh well.
Night.
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