5min freewrite: I found a letter inside an old book and it said of an ancient tale
IMAGE: Meta Ai
I Found a Letter Inside an Old Book, and It Said of an Ancient Tale
In ancient tomes, a letter lay,
Of underground chambers, dark and gray,
Where dragon artifacts slumber deep,
A curse imprisoned, secrets to keep.
A warrior, driven by immortal quest,
Guarded the darkness, forever pressed,
Comrades fell, he stood alone,
The weight of responsibility, a heavy throne.
The darkness grew, the curse was freed,
The warrior's regret, a fatal deed,
He tried to shut the gate, but too late,
His despair, a final, fatal fate.
Yet, in the shadows, darkness remains,
Lurking, waiting, with sinister pains,
But still, the light, a glimmer shines,
A beacon of hope, in darkest mines.
If you find this letter in the dark basement,
Beware, lest darkness claim your fate,
Let not your heart succumb to the night,
And hold on to hope, a guiding light.
I wasn't able to post this poem last week for some reasons. It's on the topic" movie"
The screen comes alive, a display of beauty unfolds,
A world of wonder, a story to thrive,
Characters dance, emotions kick in,
We're drawn in, feeling like we're part of the scene.
A world of adventure, where we wish upon a dream,
Thoughts of love, exposure, and creativity beam,
We're transported to new lands and times,
Our imagination sparked, our hearts align.
We learn of worlds beyond our own,
Seeing wonders on our palm, a movie's magic shown,
From epic tales to love stories told,
Each frame a window to a world to behold.
In the silver screen's gentle glow,
We find ourselves, our dreams, and more to know,
A good film catches us, resonates deep within,
Leaving a mark that lingers, a memory to win.
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Is this fiction or AI generated poetry?
Fictional poetry. I sometimes wonder why my writing raises doubts. I know poetry isn't something you master quickly. I'm not yet where I'd like to be, and sometimes I think back to drawing comic stories, which I enjoyed before discouragement led me to stop. I tried writing stories like my sister, but poetry drew me in because I admired a senior in school who was so skilled at it.
Progress was slow with science studies taking priority, and even now, I'm still learning. I enjoy writing in my free time, especially now while awaiting university admission. Please don't misunderstand my writings; I genuinely put a lot of effort into them, although I do use editing software like QuillBot after the initial 5-minute freewrite. I hope this clarifies things. Thanks for reading.