The flames of rage spiral and soar
Tainting the terrain with dense fumes
To satiate its scorching core
It burns down structures numerous
Settling a lofty victory score.
Exhausted with the taxing drill
It craves a truce, fatigued and sore
Its dying embers, fenced by tombs
Parched and defeated evermore.
About the poetry form – I have tried to experiment with the Magic9 poetry form which loosely follows the rhyme scheme of the magic word, ABRACADABRA, barring the R’s. So the rhyme scheme it follows is, ABACADABA. It consists nine lines and has no set rules for line length or theme.
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