Complete (an acrostic poem)

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Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth

Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn

Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers

Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other

Letting their division give her the room to find her own way

Everything was going well.  The darkness was beaten back.

The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious

Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them

Prototype (an acrostic poem)

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Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did

Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked

Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do

They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer

Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box

That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck

Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch

Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt

Except this time it didn’t burn.  It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?

Wine (an acrostic poem)

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White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire

Its hints of sour apple and honey played with

Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level

Especially needed since she was watching her house burn

Pale (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he was a vampire

As that would explain his white, almost translucent complexion

Loved the sun, but always had to be covered from head to toe

Even moonlight seemed to burn

Wipe (an acrostic poem)

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Washing her hands of the situation, she put away the cleaning supplies.

It was far past the point of no return, but it would still be proper to make things tidy

Perhaps she could even burn a candle to help with the smell.

Except the police would be here soon, so it was time to be off.

Spicy (an acrostic poem)

She was so hot just sitting there

Piquant personality bubbling out of her

It made his head sweat just thinking of talking to her

Could he handle the heat?

Yet he knew he couldn’t resist the burn

 

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