Analysis of His Own Champion
Surrounded by splendor
what magic there must lie
all wonders of the world
all stars and universe beyond -
a shroud stands still.
Like the great black hole
not engulfing all matter
but destroyer of dreams
projecting thought into rot, turned in on himself
full of disease for which there is none
the master, creator, of self-demise.
At the doors of oblivion
facing eater of souls
the greatest monster
his own reflection.
But now splendor is gone
he cannot see
tearing apart, his own flesh and bone
compelled to suffer, and die alone.
Scheme | AXXXX XAXXBX BXABXXCC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010110 110111 110101 1101001 0111 10111 1010110 101011 010101110101 110111111 0100101101 10110100 101011 01010 11010 111011 1101 100111101 011100101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 533 |
Words | 98 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 6, 8 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 143 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
About this poem
The mind of anxiety, fear, confusion, creating suffering.
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