A witch's carcass, crimson orchids seethe. A rotten hamlet, hidden majicks bleed. To hearken natives is your bounden need. A piton's target, the reckless receive.
I’m playing with iambic pentameter. Not sure if I did it right. I haven’t written a new poem in a long time, and was actually starting to wonder if I can still call myself a poet. When I discovered this contest, I thought it’d be a good way to get back into it. Cross your fingers for me.
An entry to WattPad’s poetry contest titled “Verification.” The only rules are to write based on their daily prompts, and poems can only be 4-8 lines long.
You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate
Rachel's Floetry 
Oo, the rhythm of this piece is enchanting! Loving the movement of it.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it. 🙂
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