Where Sorrows Mingle

At the center lives a villain
centered as hero of his odyssey
in the center of a storm
centered upon ages of disaster
taking center stage in succession.

In the center cries a youngin’
centered as debris, liability
shoved from center to the margins
centered upon lies till they ring true
as the center is blazed away.

In the center burns his sorrow
centered as engine of his fury
menacing grin, disarming, off-center,
belying fang as centerpiece,
his sawtooth pierces, center-mass.

At the center lives a villain
centering his assets, he wields cyclones
centerpiece of pending doom
his center, broiled into nothing
at the center, sorrows will mingle.

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Written for NaPoWriMo Day 21 Prompt:

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up.”

NaPoWriMo Day 21 Prompt

Done, and done! (See what I did there?)