Bill reached too far. He was the one Who spoke our compromising spell. We warned him to beware of hell, But Billy laughed. He'd just begun. He had more wicked laps to run. It happened at that twisted bend. We'll leave to medics who'll pretend They knew the cause of Billy's death. In dreams we smell his fetid breath. We hear him scream, "Please, make this end!"
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word “one” must appear in the A rhymes of the poem with a rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
I like this Frank. I’m favourable to the decima form that not only is octosyllabic but also is faithful to the metrical idioms of the English language. Your iambic tetrameters are spot on!
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I also like the iambic tetrameter in the decima and the rhyme pattern which differs from common meter. I am glad you liked these as well. Thank you, Arthur!
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I like this
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Thank you, Carol!
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Brilliant 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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morbidly amusing! Nicely done with the decima!
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Than you!
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I didn’t know you did all that fancy poetic stuff, but I liked the poem anyway. Content, rhyme and the music it makes. Nice.
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I sometimes write poems and stories. I am not sure why. Thank you, Oneta!
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