Poems of Insomnia: Why PandaChan21 Needs Sleep

[PandaChan21]

“Bonsoir, ma dame.”
“Bonsoir, mon seigneur.”

Placed in thrall
Lord to Lady
What magic can be conjured
Increases threefold
Joining of power
Rival houses
Forever at war
They see not the advantages of
Peace
This marriage
Joining forever
Two families of great power
Into one
Evermore.

“Bonne nuit, ma dame.”
“Bonne nuit, mon seigneur.”

[Cold Chaos]

Why does that sound familier

[PandaChan21]

Fanbased poetry from the book Wicked. Not the book the play Wicked is based on, but the one about feuding witch and warlock families.

[PandaChan21]

Stanzas of horrid bloody gore,
Painted on canvases evermore,
Hang upon the pitch-black walls
As ghouls and haunts scream through the halls.
I wander moonlit corridors
I stand outside the open door;
Ghostly fingers beckon me
To join in twisted revelry.
A window opens; I step out
Into the bogs and fens
I look around and disappear
And I become the devil’s peer.

[PandaChan21]

I say wait
Be patient
Think things through
No one hears
They rush forward
Take more than they need
And leave barren fields behind
My advice unheeded
They see the destruction
And blame me
For their ignorance
They scream for me to right their wrongs
When in the beginning
They chose not to
Listen.