Putting together a list of steps
Looking for any fallacies and fixing them
After all of that was complete, he put his scheme into motion
Nothing went right after that. So much for a good…
Plan (an acrostic poem)
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Addict (an acrostic poem)
Anytime he was awake, he craved the release
Didn’t matter that it wasn’t good for him
Didn’t matter if it cost him everything
It only mattered achieving that all-consuming bliss
Catching that dopamine hit and sustaining it as long as possible
That’s why the six of them held an intercession and checked Dopey into rehab
Wisp (an acrostic poem)
Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
Pair (an acrostic poem)
Putting two together was the desired goal of most people
And in some things, she would agree with them.
It didn’t apply to her socks. People always asked if her dryer ate one of them
Reality was she only bought singles since she usually got dressed in the dark.
Complete (an acrostic poem)
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
Dice (an acrostic poem)
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Determined to let chance decide not only my fate but everyone’s
I rolled the five of them, hoping for the best, but needing a perfect result
Couldn’t look as they spun to a stop
Everyone gasped. I peeked at the result before screaming triumphantly. The dragon was dead!
Extinct (an acrostic poem)
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
Us (an acrostic poem)
Unless you back our play
Simply put, you are them!
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