Today’s poem deals with the game Dynasty Warriors, I might have been playing the 7th game obsessively the past few days. Just maybe.
Just for fun, lets see a little bit of my writing process for poetry! Why? Because I can!
And now, I’ll finally get to today’s poem. Which is a prose poem ^_^
I had a conversation with Xiahou Dun. His eyepatch unnerved me more than the sword candy-coated in blood. Babies. He told me that Zhao Yun eats babies like pieces of popcorn. Crunchy. Tigers were following our every move, slinking in our shadows – like the forgotten middle child. We walked away from battle, our boots squelching in mud, for some reason we held hands. I asked him how he did it and he said an apple a day keeps Guan Yu away.