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Halls, Walls, and the Fall.When we're youngWe all craft bricksTo build a great city,And raise our walls.We spend time carefullyChoosing a brickWhat color willBe decorating the halls?I was no differentChoosing my bricksUntil I was specialI had more colors than mostYet I took too longSelecting too bright,too flamboyant, and nowI've nowhere to host.And so I looked aroundSeeing others with theirBland, but complete citiesHow I envy their coin.What have I to return toJust a ground of broken hopesMany unique, strewn colors, but whatUse are they, if they are not joined?
Writing Prompt: A World that lay BrokenIn a world where everything was destroyed in the blink of an eye, there will never be enough of the old generation left to spread the truth to the newer ones. Take our world. Though I am but an old man, I have seen the world as it is and as it once was. Our world, the realm we call Ittrei, was torn asunder in what can only be described as apocalypse. Ittrei was not without its problems-we had a fair amount of poor and impoverished, and crime was not quite rampant, but it was no small thing either. However, one thing all Ittreites could all agree on was that Ittrei was not going anywhere. Our great capital, Genesis, was a glorious attraction from many other realms, and was the peak of technology. Genesis was a wealthy utopia, and its surrounding fiefs of Mistral and Gordain were the perfect defense against any invaders. But it was no physical invader who destroyed our beautiful realm. Serrigus Wyd was the lord of Mistral, the location of the realm’s primary royal armory. Wyd was w
Frustration is a normal thing
Frustration is a normal thingBut if so, why is it frustrating?Nature's reasons behind itAre so obscure
Starting anewLooming edificeStaring me down, without eyesWe’ve got work to do