MagicMasher
.....Masher of Magic?
What Comes Around
"The heavens turned blood
and the earth tossed about,
at the end of days.
Two little birds fluttered to and fro,
not knowing the proper way.
One was pure, had a heart of gold
A light in a shattered realm.
The other was black, deceitful and wild
A pox on the other's helm.
At an impasse'd road the two approached,
two paths, two destinies.
Where one went, the other would not
Their union torn by split epiphanies.
The Black One, confident, made for the left
without a look back at their companion.
In the distance, a dot.
The White One saddened.
Down the right The White One trod,
alone, still, and solemn.
Alas, from the side fire struck out,
wanting to take him whole.
The Black One, from across the way,
cursing, spitting mad.
Threatning to destroy The White One's morale,
leaving not so much as a strand.
Approaching ahead the fork came together,
the paths of the two birds intertwined.
The Black One stopped their frantic strikes,
to stare at their begrudged companion,
arose such gall to comment to him,
"May we still be friends?"
The White One, hardened, cold, and bruised,
forced their back in response.
"May all the Karma in the world,
crush your flesh and tear your soul.
Your heartlessness will rend you whole.""
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Just something I came up with on the spur of the moment. I'm not too versed in poetry...or prose, or whatever you want to call this. Just figured I'd try my hand at it.
I wouldn't mind critiques and comments, though.
"The heavens turned blood
and the earth tossed about,
at the end of days.
Two little birds fluttered to and fro,
not knowing the proper way.
One was pure, had a heart of gold
A light in a shattered realm.
The other was black, deceitful and wild
A pox on the other's helm.
At an impasse'd road the two approached,
two paths, two destinies.
Where one went, the other would not
Their union torn by split epiphanies.
The Black One, confident, made for the left
without a look back at their companion.
In the distance, a dot.
The White One saddened.
Down the right The White One trod,
alone, still, and solemn.
Alas, from the side fire struck out,
wanting to take him whole.
The Black One, from across the way,
cursing, spitting mad.
Threatning to destroy The White One's morale,
leaving not so much as a strand.
Approaching ahead the fork came together,
the paths of the two birds intertwined.
The Black One stopped their frantic strikes,
to stare at their begrudged companion,
arose such gall to comment to him,
"May we still be friends?"
The White One, hardened, cold, and bruised,
forced their back in response.
"May all the Karma in the world,
crush your flesh and tear your soul.
Your heartlessness will rend you whole.""
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Just something I came up with on the spur of the moment. I'm not too versed in poetry...or prose, or whatever you want to call this. Just figured I'd try my hand at it.
I wouldn't mind critiques and comments, though.