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Mystic Butterfly form is one created by two poetesses
and combines their pen names of Mystictaurusritr and DarkButterfly.
The form is intricate in style and utilizes both of their own styles
as well as incorporating extended echos of Edgar Allan Poe.
Their form is penned as follows:
2 Sestets (6 lines per stanza)
Each line starts with a capital letter.
Rhyme scheme: abcddd
Internal and External rhyme using the same pattern, on every line.
Line 6 is your refrain, which the first word may be altered
if needed to fit stanza better. Syllable pattern as follows:
L1 ~ 16 syllables
L2 ~ 18 syllables
L3 ~ 16 syllables
L4 & L5 ~ 15 syllables (L5 ends with end word of L4)
L6 ~ 7 syllables
A Night Out with a Role Playing Mistress (Mystic Butterfly)
I followed her into the park across the street and in the dark.
Her coat hid her skimpy and bold clothes that exposed much to view, more to cold.
She’d turned him down with much disdain, and picked another just as plain,
He, had no doubt, much money spent; back downstairs he looked content.
She’d struck out with a spiffy gent, who left clearly not content.
Evil doers must repent.
As she approached the wooded dark, cutting through the secluded park.
Death was gaining through the dim cold. This attack would be quick evil and bold.
There remained nothing to explain. The whore simply must feel the pain.
He pulled her from the hard cement, promised loud he would torment.
Before he could my knife’s descent cut his throat without torment.
Evil doers must repent.
© Lawrencealot – October 28, 2013