Nine
By: Aviantei
It waits in silence
knowing that those brace
enough to challenge it will come.
Those who seek to prove
themselves will not fall
to fear invoked by wild howls
that summon greater powers.
It has many forms, none
of them true—will the face
beneath the mask be yours? Death
is simply waiting, not in the form
of a heaving skeleton, but from the nine
tails that blossom like petals
as its battle cry resounds. Seeking
this thrill, it waits in blue,
with the patience of sages long past
[Author's Notes]
And so starts the line of poems that will be about, well... Noise. It's about time, given the name of this collection, eh? This one's for the Progfox boss. I'm not biased. (shifty eyes at Muse)
Thanks to Fintendoo and She Who Loves Pineapples for the favorite, follow, and (extra thanks to Pineapples for all the) reviews! This collection is very self-indulgent, so I'm glad people are enjoying it.
The whole next set of poems will be about various Noise. Wanna take bets at which one's next?
Please look forward to it!
-Avi
[08.26.2019]