Deep into the forest we go,
Ready to forego,
The darkest of trials,
Just kidding, you just need to drink from vials!
But nonetheless, in the brooding night,
It's hard to wade through without a fight
With monsters, bears, and flying fish...
No, no, that's not the main dish.
So, I make headway towards the light
Where people wager on my might.
And once I take the blackened vial,
I take a sip and it's my burial.
Who made this serum taste so green?
I can even hear the screams of my spleen.
As the liquid chases life away,
Keeping other magics at bay.
When I wake up, the light is gone,
The dentist tells me, "Well done!"
I glance at him with perturbed expression,
Wasn't I in the middle of human possession?
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P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
