Tri-o-let: a poem of eight lines, typically of eight syllables each, rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.
Paradise
Weathered asphalt vault starts to crack
Last grains slip through the hourglass
Such horrors, one last maniac
Weathered asphalt vault starts to crack
A once-broken man's almanac
Driven to sin, they fell en masse
Weathered asphalt vaults start to crack
Last grains slip through the hourglass
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@carmalain7 was a big help, aiding me in tearing apart the original and reforming it into the correct form!
~Themadrunnah
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