So, in my English class, we had to write poesía (It was excruciatingly difficult, trust me) for these last few weeks of school and the last poem we had to write was the Skeltonic Couplet. Our teacher stated that we had to tell a story; original o not. So, following the trend of my classmates, I decided to retell the story of a famous work of fiction, my choice being Madoka Magica.
... It's pretty bad, if tu ask me, but it is the only poem that I had fun with so reviews and criticism are greatly welcome. ^ ^
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Like the time in whirls
There was once five girls
Who had often bared
Both hope and despair
They were asked to defend
And lend a helping hand
To "Satan"; he looked innocent
He wasn't; they were ignorant
The first was of gold,
She was sweet, but bold
Satan asked of her acquaintance
She accepted through temperance
But it's not a lie
To say she just died.
Because the other four were lated
She was decapitated.
The segundo was of blue,
She was a knight, born anew
She made the contract
Though her emotions weren't intact
She didn't know what to do
So she killed herself too.
The third was of red,
Who didn't even have a bed
She roamed all around
Bullied kids on the playground
But when the time came
She sacrificed herself and slain
The tragic Mermaid witch
And dicho "Goodbye" without a hitch
The fourth was of purple,
And she often went around in a circle
He goal, to redeem
The fifth of her tragedy
As she was her first friend
She wished to protect her till the end
So she went back in time
In order to rewind
All of the girls' despair
Before they were led into "Satan's" lair
And now she planned to fight
Against the Witch "Walpurgis Night"
But try, she did
She was close to bid
The world "Farewell"
Into despair, she fell
o so she thought
Until she was caught
por the fifth of the five
Who was of pink, the last alive.
The fifth met with "Satan"
And wished that she can
Relieve the witches of their pain
And take it for them, as her gain
The result was a Goddess
She became hope, nothing less
But she had to say goodbye
To the fourth, into the nigh
As life returned to normal
With the exception of the paranormal
The fourth continued her quest
To fight on, without rest
So that one day, no matter when
She could be with the fifth, once again.
... It's pretty bad, if tu ask me, but it is the only poem that I had fun with so reviews and criticism are greatly welcome. ^ ^
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Like the time in whirls
There was once five girls
Who had often bared
Both hope and despair
They were asked to defend
And lend a helping hand
To "Satan"; he looked innocent
He wasn't; they were ignorant
The first was of gold,
She was sweet, but bold
Satan asked of her acquaintance
She accepted through temperance
But it's not a lie
To say she just died.
Because the other four were lated
She was decapitated.
The segundo was of blue,
She was a knight, born anew
She made the contract
Though her emotions weren't intact
She didn't know what to do
So she killed herself too.
The third was of red,
Who didn't even have a bed
She roamed all around
Bullied kids on the playground
But when the time came
She sacrificed herself and slain
The tragic Mermaid witch
And dicho "Goodbye" without a hitch
The fourth was of purple,
And she often went around in a circle
He goal, to redeem
The fifth of her tragedy
As she was her first friend
She wished to protect her till the end
So she went back in time
In order to rewind
All of the girls' despair
Before they were led into "Satan's" lair
And now she planned to fight
Against the Witch "Walpurgis Night"
But try, she did
She was close to bid
The world "Farewell"
Into despair, she fell
o so she thought
Until she was caught
por the fifth of the five
Who was of pink, the last alive.
The fifth met with "Satan"
And wished that she can
Relieve the witches of their pain
And take it for them, as her gain
The result was a Goddess
She became hope, nothing less
But she had to say goodbye
To the fourth, into the nigh
As life returned to normal
With the exception of the paranormal
The fourth continued her quest
To fight on, without rest
So that one day, no matter when
She could be with the fifth, once again.
