Broken promises from a forgotten future
From the future, he hails
A place of light and good
Bold colours stretching all around
Real happiness, no fakes
Indeed, he promises
Come, you'll see
Apart from the broken time machine
Take you there myself, I would
It's a beautiful place, the future
On and on he speaks
Never do you realise
Silver lines his tongue
(And all he does is lie)
There's a poetry competition at school, all for acrostic poems. This is my third, the others are unfandom based (except for a portal one but I lost the draft). So far I and my friend are the only entrants...
This is Bart talking about the future to an unnamed team member. I tried to make it so that if you didn't know Young Justice you could still get something from the poem, not too sure how that worked. The word is "fabrications", lies. Which is what Bart does.
Not sure how well this one is... The last line sorta makes it not an acrostic poem...
Well, Thanks for reading, constructive criticism welcome.