Moli's Prose for the Quarry Expedition
Three of the two trees, mused Moli, was good. Putting a story in poetry was made easy. But so many, for any to shine, all others put down for one to be tall. Such a shame was much. Better more word for the ore-story, make different poetry.
"Weighty day made, to eight today,
Ware upon stone-ponder owners.
Stonelicker, stone-flicker stoning,
Sky now stone falling down-tumbling.
Bring living axe, wring stride aside,
Bright shield lashes, buys life in flash.
Twisting world-space, twinned sword and sax,
Thunder trembles, sunder troubles.
Moment between, Bjorn be seen,
Movement returned, now head be turned.
Floating seeds fly, blooding shield breaks,
Flatfooted, twist, twirl, heads now mist.
Arrow shatters, narrow path seen;
Akali offers, life for life.
Price now he paid, sacrifice made
Poppy now blooms, from horned story."
AN: I made this format up because there are too many characters so I need to extend things.
It should be 8x twinned alliterating lines with internal rhyme for 8 syllables each.