Dreaded Afflatus
- Joel Wordsmith
- Mar 25
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 25
// poetry
Dreaded afflatus,
Extempore sprightly spokes of thought,
It’s the precipice of an emotional flywheel,
Infantry of will power preceding an onslaught.
I’m arrayed as an apprentice,
Of the Super Most High Divine,
Everything dexterous & momentous,
Quill dripping blood of my nemesis, my Wordsmith Sign.
Embarking like a lucid shotgun,
Shooting missiles upon the umbrella,
They castrate the man of every house, this rooster coup,
Testosterone diluted to an obsequious Cinderella,
In a frazzled castle of fornication & fallacy
Nemesis - weasel eludes me as I challenge him to a duel
An easel with scarlet red palatable ready to soak
It’s complacent meat loaf vs the titanium willed gruel.
Grayscale, his face grows pale,
Every hill nemesis gloated upon,
Has been rubbled into a dale.
Mate stale, his minuscule eggs of a quail,
I got him to jump at a baiting bowl of milk
Oblivious he had me stomp on his porous tale.
Shuffling Statusquo in a landslide
Hammer sterile & servile to his knees
Valorous willpower going for the jugular nemesis’s coffin networth, reduced to burnt black peas.
An artifact,
They try to taint it
As you vehemently paint it,
Artist beheaded, vain gloriously saint it.
