Plots and Plans
Never a day goes by it seems,
without dreams flourishing anew.
Thoughts dripping from the pen like dew,
words shared to tell our secret schemes.
By dark caverns, stars, and moon streams,
plots race from front cover to back.
Will Jill win or will it be Jack?
Could it be the vicious villain,
who finally gets a kill in?
Show don’t tell, till all fades to black.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 58 (BLACK).
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