Thread: Untitled (Calamity's Game)

Lazy little puffs of not-there smoke cloud in my mind
Bringing truth to all their lies and their truths in kind

Apollo sits atop his smling perch and glares down
Artemis protects and fights for her stolen crown

Seething words of dire hatred run along my ears
Getting louder and louder still with the years

Calamity strikes and swiftly steals away my rotted soul
Taking with it all that was me leaving just a hollow bowl

The entity never gone but always hiding away
Enticing me to play

I do not wish to sully my hands in such vile things
If i did I would surly lose my wings

So life must be lived but from behind unfocused eyes
But it is not forever after all, everyone dies

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Just something quick to make sure I can still write poetry. Not my best work but better than my worst. If you see anything fixable here tell me and enjoy.