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Under caliginous twilight,
where stars bestow no light
nor friendly voices sound,
the wretched road wound
through twisted trees
with fitful breeze
and fearful shivers,
over treacherous rivers
to the dragon’s abode.
There the knight rode;
she wounded the dread brute,
liberating the route.
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Cat
noun
1 a: carnivorous mammals that never were timorous;
oppressing the unfortunate mice (birds, snakes, etc.) they find;
but not picky - carefully packed cans are just as nice.
b: companions, oh surely;
yet just as often aloof and surly.
2 a: a family, Felidae, wild and free;
from the lynx and the sphinx
to the lion and the little ones
that lie on my knee;
cousins that purr while on other horizons,
mighty roars ring out over the miles.
3 a: perfection.
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I like writing poems in the form of dictionary entries. This one isn't my best, but it still amuses me.
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Within the castle’s rough hewn towers,
we fled to escape the ogre’s glower,
raising the drawbridge against its power;
yet it stands there ready to devour.
So through the murky twilight we scour
the lanes and hills and fields of flowers.
Growing more fearful by the hour,
searching for one who will not cower.
But who can rescue us from this bower?
Just when things are most dark and dour,
bright hope suddenly upon us showers.
In the distance, on a horse white like flour,
riding tantivy, the knight is racing to empower;
to free us; to make the night sweet, instead of sour.
The ogre bellows, but the knight allows her
blade to fall upon the loathsome prowler
and thus she swiftly overpowers
the fiend and we are free! And now her
deeds are widely known throughout our
castle’s rough hewn towers.
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