Pictured above: In honor of the absolutely-massive poem I have recently finished whose "chapters" will be featured as the weekly poem for a few months starting this week, photos of the American West and other desert-esque scenes will be featured as the Weekly Photo.
Hello there! I'm Sophie Cassarino. I love creative writing and mythology, and here on Septilina (which means "little seven" in Latin) I change the website a little every week (seven days): I update my deities database, think up a weekly question, and upload a weekly poem. Please enjoy!
Weekly Question: Why are sports so important?
Weekly Poem: Suit of Power (Henry Approaches the Suit of Power)
One of Henry Kneubald’s richest gigs Happened when he was twelve He and a gang held a family of three Captive while the father showed them a mineshaft he found It was paved over with gold nuggets From the ceiling All across the ground Stomp and half a pound of riches would fall He snatched a few in his pocket Before the shootout rang out Normally Henry remembered that moment As the death of his old leader Daniel Red Not only was Red shot seven times But he was also impaled by a falling stalactite Then the whole cave fell in But Now Running down the golden hall Whose smiling regal faces gleamed upon the walls Henry remembered the thrill of the sin Of greed He forgot what he had seen it do To men’s minds and bodies No matter Profit was all he could see