Salutations!

Day 2 of the Poetic Pile-up, featuring a spacey poem and hyperboles. :3

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So, tell me know
Where the vortex led,
Where the poison stemmed
The furnaces of time and space
A blue box, for the key to keep safe
Where the first bout grew, and where the weariness of adventure was bestrewed
Within and beyond, traveled to the many points of extinction
It spins, held back only by the weight of two burdened hearts
Where the vortex led,
Where the poison stemmed
The furnaces of time and space
A blue box, no one can quell

–  (Can you guess what this was inspired by?)

Hyperboles:

The lawn was mowed with such fierceness, you could hear the screams of every blade of grass scream out in terror from the widespread slicing.

As the eventide waves crashed against the rock shore, they sent thunders that rippled over the closing halo of light, breaking the spectrum and echoing shivers in the hollows of our souls.

The impact of the train cars felt like the collision of two bullets fired from a set of railguns, one mutually destroying the other in a fray of metal, sparks, and contorted sound.

I flicked on the overhead bulb, and the fall of my shadow upon the unkempt floor carried the weight of all memory it had swept up in my wake. I stumbled to remain upright, and my silhouette followed. The smooth floor splintered beneath.

~ TEW (pew pew, poem ammo!)