So for dVerse today I figured I'd stretch my skills with this display. Of course I found one I liked and kinda copied the rhyme scheme, which I'm sure through it a familar poet will beam. But anyway, just going to show it doesn't always have to be end rhyme at my bay. And it let me stretch my skill. Now come and get your fill.
Once upon a frightful quest, while I lingered for a rest,
Surrounded by awe shimmering shadows of blood black,
While they frolicked, nearly running, broiled in their simple cunning,
A blinding flash was rather stunning, stunning from my pack.
"Damn bind," I grumbled, "Loose again in my pack,
Which I carry on my back."
I muttered over the sales call I received at the mall,
For it I could recall while reaching round for a smack.
Stuck in perpetual lazy my eyes were quickly growing hazy,
What appeared seemed crazy - crazy as a heart attack.
Fact which pawned upon morrows night attack,
Scar forever on my back.
The size remained insisting having crazy still persisting,
Enamored of the stature progressing like sea wrack
Grasped in nerve sensation I found a slight elation,
"Bless the flash mutation stunning from my pack"
"Fame brought by mutation stunning from my pack;"
Solely resting on my back.
My mind spun rehearsal; fear retreating into reversal,
"Stay," ordered I, "excuse my lack of special knack.
Simply your incessant running targets very little cunning.
The added flash was stunning, stunning from my pack.
That my eyes deceived me." Allowance of the pack.
Swinging loose on my back.
Looking within the tattered confines, creeping loose awakened signs,
Attracting signs which resemble designated quack.
Yet the creeping came returning, increasing my fame's yearning,
Slowly I was learning the grievance given to my pack.
Counting my expected earning, paving waves to my pack,
Which started on my back.
Could exhaustion harbor tricks as my mind tumbled bricks?
For emerging shadows computed neglect track.
"Has to," said I, "My ship has docked from this spy.
Let me dispute dry growing mystery to detour flack.
Confine my mind for a moment to detour flack;
Slumping crazy on my back.
Closing stunning sack I slung, back to back deterring bell rung.
In the darkness I crept through nerves attack.
There before my peering eyes, stayed more glowing eyes.
A thief's quartet meandering lies, bestowed from my pack.
Bestowed upon thieving dreams exaggerated from my pack,
Lingering forth on my back.
There some ranks kept staffing echoing incessant laughing,
Apparitions held more yield than such piercing clack,
"Your tact is rather inspiring," I said, "fact I'm left admiring,
But patience is expiring wishing for your fade to black.
Provide one reason to sway your fade to infinite black."
Breezing wind spoke, "Flashback."
Surround to increased judging, unclear to their breezed nudging,
Exploring memories just created - mesmerized before slipped crack.
Peering eyes were unceasing in the dark they were policing,
Which I was leasing from my restful pack,
Ordain or lore spotted from my restful pack,
Subtly advising, "Flashback."
The collection remained defiant in face of the parading giant,
Lonely yet masked as one endearing pack.
Striking and ready to rumble while distingushed in humble,
Forcing my returning mumble, "Preperation for a whack,
Passage given to prevent preperation for a whack."
I was simply given, "Flashback."
Accomplishing what was desired, the rest I had required,
Furnaced by rising fire arrowed to my track,
Sharpened to my surprise proving their thief disguise,
Still breezing forth their cries of narrowing flack,
Hope was all that lingered in such narrowing flack,
With the utterance of, "Flashback."
Brightened eyes and bestowed pride, razored upon my stride,
Straight I charted within my mind to little moving slack.
Suddenly my hope was sinking when upon me they came slinking,
Jailed to the sight of blinking, shining forth Olympic plaque,
Sunk in slink, sharpen, scrouge, scavenging of Olympic plaque,
Lies encompassing, "Flashback."
Sicken from whistling whining, in need of some dining,
Flipped forth the envious sack beseeching a snack,
Staring eyes all a flutter, slick as day old dripping butter,
Forcing forth a tainted stutter, "Flash within my pack,
Dwindling declarations hung wasting within my pack,
Whispering forth, "Flashback."
Lording over dropping straps wishing for darkened gaps,
Filtering through the natures nurturing hack,
Forest flirting with the zipper, surrounding foes becoming chipper,
Crawling cackles directing pointed flipper, gunning the track,
Zoning deeper into games gunning for the track,
Lingering echoes store, "Flashback."
Once upon a frightful quest while I lingered for a rest,
Thieving shadows whispered in unison from the black,
Lurking desperate for my riding, truimphant in their guiding,
Ridding me of past siding, through lights dancing cracks,
Paven path's golden fleece back in lights dancing cracks,
My refusal to, "Flashback."
There we go, I'll let each draw their own conclusion at my show. For whatever it is about each can look and find their own singing trout. That just rhymed and was well timed, no singing trout near it and so ends this dVerse hit. Tomorrow I will be more crass and once more my usual little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.