The ring of voice so pure.
Zeus draws his lightening bow across the strings of the rainbow.
Refracted light you thinks - a poor excuse for ignorance
Zeus dares to fiddle with destiny
Does forced change lack an instrument?
The instruments of zealots bowed by frenzy
You shall be great again cries the bow
The crowd erupts to this fiery draw
Who forges these masterful instruments, the fiddle and bow?
Some say god but give the devil his due.
How the violin steals the soul only to release it in agony for the devil, a soul so near,
But always left swimming in the wind.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a free verse poem. Free verse is a form of poetry that does not necessarily follow to any specific meter patterns, rhyme, or any other pattern. Free verse, despite its freedom, often still has some elements of form. Most free verse does observe a convention of lines and structure. No rhyming patterns. |
Author Notes
We are in a time of manipulation - too many are fiddling with destiny with dishonorable intent
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