Daily Writing Prompt:Slash and Burn

This is my comedic take on today’s writing prompt ( this will be an extra long post so hang in there!) I wonder if you will spot my flippancy!


Original Version:

My mind a world of imagination

Driven by river of shaded streams

At every moment new creation

Made dull inside of sweet dreams

The flight of hero made in flames

Inside the gushing frame of shades

Every single look filled with blames

The procession in my head fades

And the march goes on heavy

As time itself unstoppable mark

Some form of barrier levee

As the water makes a sudden ark

There is no space to grow the mind

The dreams of some world mixed

As fears of reality make us go blind

The drums of destiny already fixed

There are no words like the sounds

Like skulking screams in the night

The howling songs of the hounds

As we make stand ready to fight

The eyes piercing the darkness

At every turn breathing is heavy

The moonlight in the blackness

There are sounds of ghost yet to be

Spirits getting ready for the trip

Souls that seek forever to be free

As stagnation begins to reap

The moon sings songs under the dome

The shield protecting dome of my soul

A world made to be my beautiful Rome

Broken into an image of empty and dull

The fires in the night continue

As the pyres are lit once more

The life’s that will soon renew

At the womb of realities door

The mouths scream for salvation in vain

In my kingdom I see the walls crumbling

My eyes murky due to tears and pain

As I look at my wishes humbling

I beg for a lullaby inside head showing

The plans for the city of gold and wonder

But far in the corners always knowing

The kingdom has been taken and plunders

There is no wind in the sky of vision

Nowhere to find a quiet flight away

The take must make a decision

Under the weight of a gigantic flay

There are no weapons in the land

We live lives dedicate to eternal peace

But the psychopath perfume blend

Driving us deeper into the things we miss

There are no words of comfort for me

The king is dead at long live the king

The old beliefs berried as people flee

His swords on top of is crown ring

The world moves generations die

And the old tales are forgotten

New ideas begin to gain wings and fly

Far away from the world with no bottom

There is motion in all of us made clear

Nothing holds more to belief then rage

As we nurture what we hold deeply dear

Forgetting the tale of the old mage

The blood of Christ made up in stone

In each altar alcohol makes tribute

The priest’s empty and regal throne

The sin that a mess helps distribute

There are no words uttering down

The crones at the crossways of the land

Screaming Lucifer’s demonic true noun

As they prepare a mud and blood blend

Their words are made dreamers

Wishes are made demands

250 words winners

For an eternal subtle spicy blends

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Edited Version:

My mind a world of imagination

Driven by river of shaded streams

At every moment new creation

Made dull inside of sweet dreams

The flight of hero made in flames

Inside the gushing frame of shades

Every single look filled with blames

The procession in my head fades

And the march goes on heavy

As time itself unstoppable mark

Some form of barrier levee

As the water makes a sudden ark

There is no space to grow the mind

The dreams of some world mixed

As fears of reality make us go blind

The drums of destiny already fixed

There are no words like the sounds

Like skulking screams in the night

The howling songs of the hounds

As we make stand ready to fight

The eyes piercing the darkness

At every turn breathing is heavy

The moonlight in the blackness

There are sounds of ghost yet to be

Spirits getting ready for the trip

Souls that seek forever to be free

As stagnation begins to reap

The moon sings songs under the dome

The shield protecting dome of my soul

A world made to be my beautiful Rome

Broken into an image of empty and dull

The fires in the night continue

As the pyres are lit once more

The life’s that will soon renew

At the womb of realities door

The mouths scream for salvation in vain

In my kingdom I see the walls crumbling

My eyes murky due to tears and pain

As I look at my wishes humbling

I beg for a lullaby inside head showing

The plans for the city of gold and wonder

But far in the corners always knowing

The kingdom has been taken and plunders

There is no wind in the sky of vision

Nowhere to find a quiet flight away

The take must make a decision

Under the weight of a gigantic flay

There are no weapons in the land

We live lives dedicate to eternal peace

But the psychopath perfume blend

Driving us deeper into the things we miss

There are no words of comfort for me

The king is dead at long live the king

The old beliefs berried as people flee

His swords on top of is crown ring

The world moves generations die

And the old tales are forgotten

New ideas begin to gain wings and fly

Far away from the world with no bottom

There is motion in all of us made clear

Nothing holds more to belief then rage

As we nurture what we hold deeply dear

Forgetting the tale of the old mage

The blood of Christ made up in stone

In each altar alcohol makes tribute

The priest’s empty and regal throne

The sin that a mess helps distribute

There are no words uttering down

The crones at the crossways of the land

Screaming Lucifer’s demonic true noun

As they prepare a mud and blood blend

Their words are made dreamers

Wishes are made demands

Winners

For an eternal subtle spicy blends

 

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