The Infinite Poem

Short version: You take the last line from the above person's post and use it to start a new poem.

I looked all around, but could not find,
This game, so it is now designed,
To put things quite plain,
Though rhymes I often strain,
I find poetry to be quite refined.

So this game I now present,
With rules that are not to be bent:
You take the last line,
From the above post so fine,
And you start a new rhyme,
With it to start this time.

What style of poem?
Haiku, limerick, any.
Now we may begin.

Now we may begin
Open
Ascend
The troubled pathway we've chosen
What's more
I'm sure
We've got a ringer at our door

Let's do this right, no cheap shortcuts
But all
For what
The meter's strange, but all I've got
Strange times
Strange rhymes
I just can't get them off my mind

I just cant get them off my mind

I tried and tried

But they wouldn't die

I shall try being kind

edited 17th Jan '14 8:00:19 PM by KingNick1995

I shall try being kind

Because being an asshole

Didn't work

Why yes, I am cynical.

Why yes, I am cynical.
Can I not just make beautiful art?
Now look, seven syllables!
The meter's even worse than the start!

Now I must curse this poem
And the worlds that it could have brought forth
A monster now dwells within
Show me if it still has any worth!

By a meter of eight and eight
I seal this poem's bloody fate!

I seal this poem's bloody fate!
A word is dead when it is said,
But these are for other reasons later,
And though it bleeds black, not red,
This poem was butchered by my hand...
The terrible meter, you understand...
Has killed this little poem, I fear.
As I have warned, the end draws near.

As I have warned, the end draws near
Sooner or later all things fail
The reckoning we called to bear
We must face it and never quail

But there may be salvation yet
A hero of eight beats to come
Let darkness grow, then shine the light
Bring a heroic story home