Untitled and unfinished from long ago

Untitled and unfinished from long ago

A Poem by Fishysua

The Dragon's shape has faded.
Gone the way of Odin and the giant.
I can barely recall the Angel.
Summoned the Demon burns only slightly.
Shapeless, like before and between.
The memories of the panther and the path.

© 2025 Fishysua


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Really love this. The way you've captured that fading of mythic memory is haunting. Dragon to demon to nothing is a strong arc, and that "before and between" bit is particularly evocative. The panther and path at the end leaves you wanting more in the best way. Short but packs a punch. The whole thing feels like half remembered dreams slipping away. Brilliant stuff. Well done. AP x.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fishysua

6 Months Ago

Thank you
I feel like this doesn’t really have enough to it
I think from Dark to Bl.. read more



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This reads like a fragment of myth remembered in a dream — haunting, poetic, and steeped in quiet loss.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fishysua

6 Months Ago

Thank you
It still feels too little to me
Really love this. The way you've captured that fading of mythic memory is haunting. Dragon to demon to nothing is a strong arc, and that "before and between" bit is particularly evocative. The panther and path at the end leaves you wanting more in the best way. Short but packs a punch. The whole thing feels like half remembered dreams slipping away. Brilliant stuff. Well done. AP x.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fishysua

6 Months Ago

Thank you
I feel like this doesn’t really have enough to it
I think from Dark to Bl.. read more

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I found some writing on a napkin. I'm going to copy it here and pitch the napkin. It's time I start writing again. I'm really not much of a Novelist, much more a poet or even a mathematition.. more..