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Poetry News Post #6173

"West"

Written by: Scarlattan Taelle Starling
Date: Thursday, April 18th, 2024
Addressed to: The Tyrannical Territories of Mhaldor


whither wanders, weeping wight?
who waits, welcoming we wraiths?

wend westwards, wildling, west--
where withered willows writhe,
wishfully wanting water.
wretched wailing! woeful wauling!
wuthering winds weave within wakerife wealds,
wasteness wodes whisper wrongheaded witticisms,
wintry wyrms whimper wrathfully.

wend westwards, whelp, west--
where wistful wisps wield whimsy,
waxen words wrung worriless
with weaponized wealth, while
weasels wile wizened, warbling weaklings.
wanton wastrels, wasting wisdom
without wondering why!

wend westwards, wren, west--
where warmongers wallow, weathered
white wolves worshiping warmer whens.
weary warriors waning; wilted.
weal welled. wounds washed, welded,
wrapped.

wend westwards, wanderer, west--
where weakness waits.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 944 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6173

"West"

Written by: Scarlattan Taelle Starling
Date: Thursday, April 18th, 2024
Addressed to: The Tyrannical Territories of Mhaldor


whither wanders, weeping wight?
who waits, welcoming we wraiths?

wend westwards, wildling, west--
where withered willows writhe,
wishfully wanting water.
wretched wailing! woeful wauling!
wuthering winds weave within wakerife wealds,
wasteness wodes whisper wrongheaded witticisms,
wintry wyrms whimper wrathfully.

wend westwards, whelp, west--
where wistful wisps wield whimsy,
waxen words wrung worriless
with weaponized wealth, while
weasels wile wizened, warbling weaklings.
wanton wastrels, wasting wisdom
without wondering why!

wend westwards, wren, west--
where warmongers wallow, weathered
white wolves worshiping warmer whens.
weary warriors waning; wilted.
weal welled. wounds washed, welded,
wrapped.

wend westwards, wanderer, west--
where weakness waits.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 944 AF.


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