{"id":49008,"date":"2019-06-22T13:17:19","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:17:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49008"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:17:19","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:17:19","slug":"prompt-6-hr5-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt-6-hr5-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 6\/Hr5-Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There on the hilltop<br \/>\nGoing click<br \/>\nA single Knight<br \/>\nIn her shiny kit<\/p>\n<p>Across the way<br \/>\nDown by the river<br \/>\nA parade of people<br \/>\nWith arms and quivers<\/p>\n<p>Above the river<br \/>\nA bright blue awning<br \/>\nSitting beneath it<br \/>\nA Queen&#8217;s Maid is yawning<\/p>\n<p>Without much fanfare<br \/>\nThe Royals arrive<br \/>\nIn Ebony carriage<br \/>\nDrawn by beetles of 9<\/p>\n<p>The Knight mounts her horse<br \/>\nRiding down the hill<br \/>\nShe draws out her blades<br \/>\nAnd begins with her kills<\/p>\n<p>Go first for the wheels<br \/>\nSo none can escape<br \/>\nThen slay the beetles<br \/>\nWhose clattering seems fake<\/p>\n<p>Then slay the armed<br \/>\nWho guard the royal Queen<br \/>\nWho somehow hasn&#8217;t noticed<br \/>\nDistracted by distinct green<\/p>\n<p>The Queen fools around<br \/>\nWith the Duke of the Hound<br \/>\nWhile hundreds of houses<br \/>\nAre burned to the ground<\/p>\n<p>You know she&#8217;ll die last<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s not just a murder<br \/>\nYou kill them all<br \/>\nRegardless of girder<\/p>\n<p>She finally flees<br \/>\nInto crystal castle<br \/>\nYou climb along outside<br \/>\nDespite the enormous hassle<\/p>\n<p>Only to behead her with a fork in the neck<\/p>\n<p>Stabbing quite quickly, perforation, tears, and check<\/p>\n<p>The Knight rides away and the sun sets unbidden.<\/p>\n<p>The Knight sees it all, even secrets you&#8217;ve hidden<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There on the hilltop Going click A single Knight In her shiny kit Across the way Down by the river A parade of people With arms and quivers Above the river A bright blue awning Sitting beneath it A Queen&#8217;s Maid is yawning Without much&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[355],"class_list":["post-49008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-poetry-marathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49008","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49008"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49192,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49008\/revisions\/49192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}