STORY STARTER
Submitted by Ur_local_weirdo
As they stepped into the arena, they could hear the crowd screaming in a language they could not understand...
Poet
Save the poet, save the universe.
With one line, just one verse.
Weaving words, for their craft.
What is heard, not their wrath.
Creating rhyme, is the passion.
Lost in time, out of fashion.
Treat them kindly, sensitive heart.
Words are timely, on a lark.
Kozmyk
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