grow old
on long
long roots
sown low
by glossy moon
pools
of frothy cool
moss
blown by
too slowly
my lord
strongly, boldly
hold thy sword
lo!
croon of
orb forlorn
A poetry prompt from NaPoWriMo
The only vowel I used was the letter "o" ... I didn't count 'sometimes Y' :)
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