The daily prompt for today says to write a poem
about “BROKEN”.
I've found the crystal, forged by ancient kings — Unparalleled the power it can grant. I pick it up. My phone insistent rings. To answer it, I hold the gem aslant. The call informs me things do not go well: My base besieged, my agents out of reach. The tower built to hold the crystal fell, And broke the wall. There's fighting in the breach. "All is not lost." I plan a swift retreat. "Escape it, if you can." (May some survive!) For me, holding the gem, there's no defeat; I hold it up — it almost feels alive. And as I go to leave, it starts to twist, Flies from my hand, falls, smashes. I'll desist.
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