The Poetry PotFirst we start with some words that rhyme,
And add an amount of alliterations.
Then we set the cooking time,
Add ingredients of different rations.
Now we personify,
The pencil dances across the page.
Bam! Onamonapia identified,
Words of emotion like rage.
And then the haiku,
The first line, five syllables,
And so is this one.
Internal rhymes such as this are hard to miss,
The skill to rhyme gracefully is added with bliss.
Stir the words together with a wooden spoon,
Then let the stew sit in the light of the moon.
Imagery is added, so picture it now,
The sweat gleaming on the chef's brow.
Words, like ingredients for the mix,
The poem is almost ready, one more stanza for kicks.
Then that special something is added,
What makes every poem unique.
[Insert your own lines of ballad]
The poetry stew is ready now, let's eat.
The Soaralupins: Dark Wolv- Chapter 3Lightning
It was so cold and I couldn’t move. My limbs felt like they had been melted together by heat a thousand times hotter than the sun, yet cold. I was indeed in a state of no return. Never would I see the light of day. Never would I be free of the chains that bound me to the black rock of Aining, also known as the Underworld. The ruler of it, Silo was cruel and evil; he chained me here as soon as I died, never to be found.
The only thing I saw was the flashing images of my siblings and a dark bird killing me, my mother screaming. I couldn’t open my eyes so these scenes played over and over through my limited mind. I tried to cry for help many times but there was no escape from death.
Darkness engulfed me as Aining became fuller and fuller. Silo was creat
The Soaralupins: Dark Wolv- Chapter 2Scarlet
I swear it was like being carried into a dream the way Mother holds me. I felt like I was floating on air, you know the feeling, right? I shook my head as Mother set me down. I looked around at where I was.
It was a dark… town almost, a town of wolves and other creatures. I saw that we were in front of one cave that had a hollowed out stone in it. That must be our bed, I thought. Mother nudged me along until I collapsed into the hollow and at once I was asleep again. I did feel the presence of my brother pressed against my side, keeping me warm.
My dream was about where I wished I were, a sunny oasis surrounded by other wolves. They jumped around happily in the sand as I watched from the water’s edge. I dove into it and swam around in the spring. Shadow was sitting un