Taking Notes: Stab at Poetry

Sometimes we should try something outside of our comfort zone. Poetry is that something for me. I get so caught up on it being perfect, that I tend to forget the purpose of poetry: to illicit an emotion. What emotions do you feel as you read my poem?

Once upon a time

In a land far from here

Dwelt a king and a queen

And their daughter, so dear. 


The child was delightful,

Fair and so pure.

A blessed ruler she would make,

Of this they were sure. 


Time passed along 

As time often will

And the princess grew up

And developed a skill. 


Her magic was smokey,

A dark, clingy mist,

And death did it bring

To all that it kissed. 


Her parents met

An unseemly demise

As they grew most decrepit 

Right before her eyes. 


The princess, she ruled

Amidst death and despair

But for the cries of her people

She had not the slightest care. 


Her enemies lay

In mounds of pale bone

The horrors they suffered

Will never be known. 


For the princess lay waste

To all of the earth 

And sits all alone

A wraith with a curse. 




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