Ok, so after the haiku, I managed to create a more 'traditional' poem. This is literally my first poem, ever, so bear with me if it sucks. Without further ado...
I have seen the Bloodmoon rising,
As werewolves howl and maim.
The pack's song of howling,
Echoing without aim.
I have run through reddened night,
Leaving my camp behind.
Irrefutable, terrible fright,
Rampaging through my mind.
I have seen the sanguine flow,
As flashing fangs sunder my flesh.
The prey captured and brought low—
And yet now I feel bravery afresh.
I have slashed with hidden blade—
The monster's life waning.
And as I escaped that damned glade,
I had felt my terror fading.
But I have seen the Bloodmoon rising,
As werewolves howl and maim.
My newfound song of howling,
Echoing without aim.
Ok, so after the haiku, I managed to create a more 'traditional' poem. This is literally my first poem, ever, so bear with me if it sucks. Without further ado...
I have seen the Bloodmoon rising,
As werewolves howl and maim.
The pack's song of howling,
Echoing without aim.
I have run through reddened night,
Leaving my camp behind.
Irrefutable, terrible fright,
Rampaging through my mind.
I have seen the sanguine flow,
As flashing fangs sunder my flesh.
The prey captured and brought low—
And yet now I feel bravery afresh.
I have slashed with hidden blade—
The monster's life waning.
And as I escaped that damned glade,
I had felt my terror fading.
But I have seen the Bloodmoon rising,
As werewolves howl and maim.
My newfound song of howling,
Echoing without aim.
Thanks, Sotek! I had posted this mostly for advice on how to fix it- didn't actually expect it'd be good. Once again, my horribly cruel self-deprecation strikes again.
Seriously though, thanks.
Thanks, Sotek! I had posted this mostly for advice on how to fix it- didn't actually expect it'd be good. Once again, my horribly cruel self-deprecation strikes again.
Seriously though, thanks.