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museful music
use a song as inspiration for a prose or poetry piece. no rules, besides commenting the title of the song that was your muse. also, feel free to add the songs to the Prose Spotify Playlist- https://spoti.fi/3n2aUF3
Ended October 30, 2020 • 2 Entries • Created by Dmoral
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museful music
use a song as inspiration for a prose or poetry piece. no rules, besides commenting the title of the song that was your muse. also, feel free to add the songs to the Prose Spotify Playlist- https://spoti.fi/3n2aUF3
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VictoriaBowman

The Faerie Court

Hear the voices sing?

So lovely and lively.

Step into the ring,

Dance as you are dying.

The music makes you sway,

And the drinks make you bubbly.

Why did you have to stray?

Now you can't hear my calling.

The lights begin to flicker,

Your eyes are growing heavy.

Was your life worth a drop of liquor?

The world is slowly darkening.

Giggles surround your corpse.

The music carries on.

You amuse the lords,

In the Faerie Court.

Under moon, so bright the light,

The revels have lured another victim.

You never expect the fright...

But the court now owns your life.

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museful music
use a song as inspiration for a prose or poetry piece. no rules, besides commenting the title of the song that was your muse. also, feel free to add the songs to the Prose Spotify Playlist- https://spoti.fi/3n2aUF3
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PolarBears

Rebels

Smile. A smile graces my features as we walk through the city, flames engulfing state buildings and corrupt officials getting whats coming to them. What? It's the people exercising their god given constitutuional rights to take the health of the states into their own hands, all we did was expose the evil inner workings of it. Get out our way or join in the riot. Hear the sirens? Quiet. There is only one building on our minds as we walk across the giant lawn and into the beautiful rose gardens admiring everything as we please. Everything is burning and i love it, sit and watch the world until its nothing. Silence. Everyone evacuated as expected and so I finally take my seat in the oval office, watching as helicopter after helicopter comes crashing down. Ashes like fireworks in the sky. We the kings now.