I wither besides the lush flower bed
A poetic form that I wanted to share with those people here :3, It's of the European Poetic form: Ballade. Here we go~, let's see what you think, please enjoy
I wither beside the lush flower bed
I am full of life and yet I stand as bones
Where I can sip the dew drops I find myself unquenchable
Touched by falling petals, my skin stings with pricklers ping
Unrivaled in my stance still I am but an empty husk
Bridging a society together, but divided on every subject following suit
Tainted by the halt of agelessness; there an aged grin forms
As my kindness knows no bounds my fists are beating upon a face
Cackling like a wicked man, silence grips the corner of the great room
Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium.
If tales are endless in their reign, why find mine coming to its close...
How one's house and sky are both blue, with blades of yellow grass around
Gallantly racing to a place of honor, while the dark hands of the vile congratulate me on betrayal
Clutching my own throat and squeezing with no end in sight; the pleasant sight of the dummy being choked greets you
How like a fly that is so free in motion, while bound to thy sticky paper do I see the world fade away
What is a web that plays a net to a spider has let its own host fall through
When failures can stand at the top of their game and become ones who succeed
Lost in a draft and still ducking out on the final moments of the MPs coming close
How a mansion is endless with space and when I enter, the closet-like space becomes my boundary?
Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium.
Where the black dog is a proud white wolf
How the gold fish might be even a swift codfish
Where the mounted horse shall become like the zebra
How there can be a form of chaos unlike any other that is simple logic law
Had the minds that were searching to fix me, find my body respond in error
Thy form is berated for the callous treatment of it; when all I do is gently pat with cotton swabs
Clear away all of the mess and still leave the area in shambles
How like a waterfall singing loudy, when one looks all they see is a stream steppe present
Somewhere may there be a breeze that can blow, only to have a gale smack my flesh
Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium.
Taken with a sacred lace that brushes me
Please be kind, with a yell and a smack to the face
All I can be is a big man, a person of no dimension
Well here is that lost plow; burrowing into moist soils!
Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium.