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
