Free verse № 74058
The Birth of an Incubus (Born a child of scorn)
Crows danced with the children of scorn
beneath a scarlet sunburst
whilst an incubus babe was born-
promptly given blood to quench its thirst.
At dusk they feasted with ease;
liquored were their lips of bloodlust,
driven to beat those they could seize-
some silenced with blade thrust.
The celebration waned by dawn;
fuddled were the children of scorn-
mumbles began to fade into yawn.
Sleep subdued the last by morn,
ending the rite of a newborn.
9 comments
"children of scorn" was cute - made me think of children of the corn (natch).
Stylistically the yoderian reversal of "liquored were", and "fuddled were" works out since it's consistent in two stanzas - that I can handle. Sometimes it's overdone (no probs here).
The last line was an itch i had to scratch, ending at morn irritated me for some reason. -shrug-
Go for 8 syllables per line. Good story. Bumpy rhyme.
Do what it deserves.
go ahead, give me shit for spouting poetic on a poetry board, beotches.
But i do have to inform you that i was not trying to be iambic or dissyllabic- aba ended with bb rhyme scheme was all i was being mindful of, having no thought about meter.
Yes, im a streetpoet- its why my other names include Y2kSlamPoet.. but i do know what meter is. ;)
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