Thursday, May 12, 2016

Poem: "Big Hat Logan"

Bent nearly double,
He steps forth under an illusory sun.
Long dark robes,
Are stained by foul liquids.
A wide-brimmed hat,
Puritan in style,
Hides deep-sunken eyes.
He may be powerful beyond measure,
But his mind is worn,
Ragged like his garments.
Crystal hoarfrost dots his cloak,
Spreading like poison.
In a hall filled with grimoires,
Big Hat Logan
Searches for his mind.

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I don't have any cool literary analysis this week. Here's a poem about Dark Souls