Towers,
bright with our rage,
crumble while we watch and
cheer for chaos that comes as
th'result
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Standalone Poetry
PoetryBecause sometimes I feel like it. They'll probably always conform to a format because I'm not great with free verse, so I strongly encourage looking up the rules of any forms you see here and don't understand.
Cinquain III
Towers,
bright with our rage,
crumble while we watch and
cheer for chaos that comes as
th'result