Six
To the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.
A memory flickered at him, like a little tongue of a flame.
A nightmare.
Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog
and filthy air
By heaven he echoes me, as if there were
some monster in his thought
too hideous to be shown
I have come against that enemy of mine,
And he is given over to me
He is finished and silent...
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent.
And it never faded, and it never got stale.
But with each slow breath, the smell faded
as I became accustomed to it
and soon she was gone again.
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1. Use any quote you want, from any book you want to use.2. You can only post one line (one quote) at a time
3. Feel free to use all your quotes from the same book
4. Oh, and write the book your quote comes from underneath it (but don't post it as part of the poem! Leave it out!) so that when the poem is finished I'll list which books you lot used for the poem.
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