August 29, 2010 @ 7:21 PM
I shall put up my fail lit peetee for the whole world to see T_T
The sound of metal screeching
Like the ominous tolling of a bell
The bête noir* spilling, spreading
The tale that so few lived to tell
Tortured wails of my fellow gulls
Choking fish in that poisonous obsidian lore
Otters writhe around; the corals turn dull
The baby seal that stilled and moved no more
All around me, chaos reigns
My pure white plume, now tainted and scarred
Trying to stay warm, my efforts in vain
Families and lives forever marred
Hear our wordless distressing cry
A plea etched in a soundless sigh
YES IT SUCKS. okay fine, the overall effect is good, BUT I DIDN'T USE LITERARY DEVICES PROPERLY. and the first stanza sounds somewhat weird and
different from the rest of the poem, and the third stanza sounds weird awkward... ARGH SIAN MUCH. ahwell.
