A/N: New tag team poem from us! Enjoy!
Music and Barbs
Noise without borders is what catches cats
The person, the place, the earth into ash.
Music weaves spells that pulls fireflies through:
A gilded dome nature blossoms inside.
Over the rainbow there's a pot of gold
Or a cauldron, within which black ooze boils -
And sound, such sound, without glory or pride,
The soot over the eyes, cloying and blind:
Kills the soul, dousing endless flight.
The sweet song rings out, the clearest bell
Sweeping the ash: the words this battle tells
And there, a nest of flowers: the coffin
Embroiled the fighter who fights Noise with Song.
A/N: For the Diversity Writing Challenge, a14 - blank verse poetry