MagiStream

I'm sorry if there is already a topic like this one but I didn't see one. So the game is you write a poem about one letter of the poem before you so for example

person one
fire burning hot
ice burning cold

person two writes about ice
ice
water
and streams
all can kill
all the same

then person three writes about water
water in a chilly stream
in the brook
and over the creek

and so on
I'll go first

I'm writing about blood

The girl looked into his eyes
one last time
his knife was still in her side
one last time
she clutched the mortal wound
one last time
she looked and saw the blood
one last time
she looked a question at him
one last time
she couldn't speak but words were heard
one last time
she asked him why
one last time
then she laid down and died
one last time

knife

one blade
a perfect balance
me and the knife
a perfect harmony

perfect

so strange
unrealistic
something that can never really happen
beautiful all the same

strange

different
gone
real
strange

cold
hot
ice
strange

real
fiction
strange

ice

so pure
so cold
so smooth and jagged
so white
so clear
so beautifully

white

the color of pale sand
a diamond in a ring
a pearl in a shell
a fluffy cloud high in the sky

Ring

Symbolic values molded into nature
A metaphor for some in-explainable feeling
Or a grave for memories, may they slowly fade
from the life of the wearer.

Spoken and unspoken words
woven into the material,
Haunting
The ghosts of people present and past
Walking out of his or her life
As easily as they change clothes.

A whisper or a plea to retain the love
so to resolve problems that may arise in
the future,
A dim hope that romantic or platonic feeling
will secure the thread winding through life.

love

going back to the cabin in the woods
going back the creek behind the hill
theres was girl that lived there when I left
but I don't think she is there still
going back to my love if shes still there
going back to the peasant girl
she waved me off when I left
but she won't be here to welcome me home

creek

clear and bright
chilly and refreshing
rocks and pebbles clearly seen
in the shade of a willow tree

Willow

The barren branches,
drooping with sorrow,
a weeping tree,
no one questions,
why the willow cries.