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I've returned to my past body of works and have attempted to improve upon a freeform blurby thing I wrote. This has more form that its predesessor, and I think I'll keep working on it as it seems to be my best composition.
We used to conjure dragons.
Entities of imagination,
They fall from the sky as
passengers in a yellow bucket.
A system of pulleys lends to us,
for this affair, their own magic
with the help of a driveway basketball hoop.
The cacophonous roar as villagers flee
One mage stands, courageous, and cries,
"Hark! A Dragon!"
His words see for those who flee.
This is a scene to be seen
but I do not hold it against you
if you cannot.
The magic herein belongs to my childhood
like that of four British schoolchildren
belongs to their reluctant creator,
alone.
We used to conjure dragons.
Entities of imagination,
They fall from the sky as
passengers in a yellow bucket.
A system of pulleys lends to us,
for this affair, their own magic
with the help of a driveway basketball hoop.
The cacophonous roar as villagers flee
One mage stands, courageous, and cries,
"Hark! A Dragon!"
His words see for those who flee.
This is a scene to be seen
but I do not hold it against you
if you cannot.
The magic herein belongs to my childhood
like that of four British schoolchildren
belongs to their reluctant creator,
alone.