Caged (an acrostic poem)

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Closed off and hurting, licking his wounds

As guards paraded around the bars like small moons orbiting him

Gideon smiled, wiping away the blood from his nose

Everyone thought he was doomed to die at sunrise

Didn’t understand he needed to be close, that he allowed himself to be captured…  Their screams started

Peel (an acrostic poem)

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Prying back her man’s rough outer layer

Exposed the fact that he was surprisingly human

Except she didn’t want to believe that

Lifting his freshly stilled heart out of the way, she continued to look for essence of monster

Lava (an acrostic poem)

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Liquid rock sprinkles fell down from above

And where it landed, flames erupted

Voluminous black smoke billowed skyward

Ash rained for miles, drenching the earth in foulness

Doll (an acrostic poem)

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Did she think she could just dress me any way she wants to?

Of course I have an opinion.  It’s my body!

Leave me alone and let me live my life the best I can

Look, if you can’t handle that I will go all Chucky on you!

Tone (an acrostic poem)

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The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.

On screen, lightning played among the far hills.

Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.

Except one!  She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!

Festival (an acrostic poem)

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Feasting on some tasty thigh meat

Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best

As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from

The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself

It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago

Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook

And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it

Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”

Clash (an acrostic poem)

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Crashing together in mortal combat

Leaving corpses in our wake

As we fight towards the gates of Hell

Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes

Here we will make our eternal stand

Knot (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease

Noting where the rope had begun to fray

Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting

There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows