Cruel

Cruel
Realities
Under his words, the shadows of
Evil done and
Lies told.

Treason

Treason

Resonates in

Every word he says.  He

Altered my reality.  Lies wither when faced with the truth. His

Sins have set me free, leaving me

Obligated

No more.

Mystic

Mystic
Yearnings in the
Silence of the night, seeking
Transformation and redemption,
Inklings of what
Comes next.


Note: This was written for a prompt over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us to come up with our own short poetic form.  I call this a Symmetrical Acrostic.  I approached it like a traditional acrostic, with the letters of the title determining the first word of each line.  I used the title as the first line of the poem.  I then doubled the number of syllables in that word to determine the number of syllables in the next line, continuing doubling on every line until reaching the middle point of the poem, then reversed the pattern to get to the last line.  It actually sounds more complicated than it is.  Here's an example of how this particular poem worked out.

1. M - 2 syllables
2. Y - 4 syllables
3. S - 8 syllables
4. T - 8 syllables
5. I - 4 syllables
6. C - 2 syllables

It was a nice challenge, to be sure. I will keep working at this poetic form trying to perfect it.