Today in Honors Sophomore Writing, we had to write a metaphoric poem about ANYTHING. This is the first thing that came to my head and I had the whole thing written and edited in about five minutes. I thought I'd share. 

Electric Fingers
FFR is electricity running through the fingers.
Every arrow,
A jolt of suspense.
A run of Perfects,
Flowing a current continuous.
Interrupted by a Miss,
Threatening flashes of darkness.
Straying from the light,
Farther with every Miss.
It takes all night,
The darkness overwhelming.
But an arrow revived the light,
And now the power's back on
You've joined humanity again.
Only to the next day become a slave
To FFR's electric arrows never-end.
FFR is electricity running through the fingers.
Every arrow,
A jolt of suspense.
A run of Perfects,
Flowing a current continuous.
Interrupted by a Miss,
Threatening flashes of darkness.
Straying from the light,
Farther with every Miss.
It takes all night,
The darkness overwhelming.
But an arrow revived the light,
And now the power's back on
You've joined humanity again.
Only to the next day become a slave
To FFR's electric arrows never-end.







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