#nihitober

Nihitober #15 : Blind

You knew I was going to draw that, didn't you.

This is the last one I have already drawn, I hope I can draw other prompts from @nihidea-art 's awesome list later!

Nihitober Day 29: Erase

Call back to me poets Send me back the muses From me you have taken my inspiration And dotted me with bruises

Send back for me, friends Foes or enemies The precursor need not matter I need the spirit in me

To lift a pen, again To write with a metaphor trail To be inspired again To not watch every rhyme fail

To live, to fall and to fall in love To give, to take, to observe Infinite possibilities, oh muse If you would be of use

Can you hear my echo, In the cave of the dead? If all the poets died together, Where is the disease bred?

In the mind, the soul, the body? The pen, the sword, the tongue? Is it bred anywhere and everywhere Or maybe for those special ones?

I'll die among the poets They'll welcome me home We'll be buried in flowers  Face turned to the liminal

And if they ask who I was The words will speak my name They will tell my story I will have my fame

Achilles was a poet,  Bathed in full glory, Died in full blood, And yet we know his story.

I will be just like him I will seek my fame Call it kleos or not In the end it's all to gain

Come, inspire me muses. Let me see the lakes of the poets Let me reach the mountains of the recluses Our country's geniuses

Crown everything in full gold Full splendour and radiance Let nothing ever age Let everything be momentaneous

I will speak of the flowers in the fields I will touch the river bed I will give way to nature I will give way to death

Let me speak And, oh poets, may you listen! I want to be among the greats I want to be reminiscent

Of the whisps of the past That whisper sweetly in our ear Of the haunts of the future  That stand so close and near

And last of all Of the sight of the present And all the action it beholds:

Hold the flower, lie down, and take your last breath

Day 2 - Ghost