Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Ugly (an acrostic poem)

Underwear discarded, he looked into the mirror

Glaring back at him was such a gangly mess of hair and confusion

Looking away he quickly got dressed

Yielding to his low self-esteem yet again

 

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