Hello!!!
Another day in the A to Z challenge
and another letter and today we deal with ‘L’ and lament our horrid luck.
Just kidding :p
The sound of whizzing that resembled
a dying scream was what she heard as her sword dug into the shadowy monster
that she dueled with a moment ago.
But that was only a puppet and she knew it. Who’s
the master?
The black pitched world began
to blur, she was on her ship again in a foggy morning, except she was alone. The
ship was abandoned and no sign for her crew.
Her frustration rose to her throat.
“I’m still stuck in this spell?!”
Did she do anything wrong? Is this
an act of revenge? Who did she pissed off so much to spin this elaborate sick
joke. A rather dangerous sick joke.
Nothing was happening so…how
about she burns the whole charade down?
She walked determined heading
for the kitchen. The Sea Captain couldn't be sure, yet she was positive her men were in a desperate
situation, so far the master of this magic cage has proven to be both powerful
and a trickster.
And that he chose her in
particular to play his game.
Lament
The
choices
Of
careful design
Engraving
hate on your
Heart
See you
soon :)
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Cinquain
is a non-rhyming 5-lined poem pioneered by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914).
There are many ways to write it, weather relaying on the number of words or
syllables in each line, which makes it always end up in a diamond-like shape. I
will be following the two and sometimes a mix of both types.
