Nearly shot myself in the foot with this one!! Should have gone with the cinquain, like I'd first intended.
Shall
I tell
Of a hell
When my muse fell
Down a deep dark well?
He didn’t come when called.
Deadlines are looming! I bawled.
He heard not in his ‘tomb’ well walled.
So the Muse of Novels tried the game
But a poem by him’s just not the same.
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