Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ PROMPT #283 – BETTING THE OVER/UNDER on 23 Feb 2020.
Form prompt: cinquain
Over joyed
Sometimes,
other people’s
put on smiles and forced mirth
have a bit more of an “Odor
to Joy.”
Form prompt: tanka
The Under Overlord
fools fear the night for
they believe it is the time
when he holds most sway
but the false safety of light
simply makes him more subtle
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