Poetry: It Follows


  • Baron

    Pianto Dia Florina is a realm with its entire investment in a strict class system that assigns titles to children upon birth, titles they will carry forward with them. Consider the below poem the insights of a wealthy Piantian woman.


    "It follows." --
    Embedded within the vessel of freedom;
    Nor terrestrial o' aquatic,
    His stare, catalysts of nightmare.

    "It follows." --
    His presence, always in attendance.
    His hand, brisk to soil the clean.
    Their cheers', novice and keen;
    Stifle child; now beaten and mild.

    "It follows." --
    In every breath, he exudes his presence.
    Upon motion, our heels form stark contrasts;
    one bloodied, "And one burdened."
    Our audience;
    Their fears', willing volunteers.

    " ."
    Sometime in our dance;
    I lost him in the trance.
    My leathered hand, solus and trying;
    Yearned for something undying.


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