Hardstyle Borderland Poem
14 line 8-12 syllable: My inspiration came from when i listen to hardstyle and i think of a world like this-
Hardstyle
This is my land I call Borderlands
Where in freezing cold, death is a priveledge
When the heat can melt anyone's face
You make me more free than I'll ever be
The sounds you makes only cause more lust for you
The unkown creatures wondering your wastes
Your ghost slogging through your metropolis
Prowling and killing to survive your hell
You provide us with your game and we play it
Defeat means death yet we embrace what you offer
We give back by passing your test, survival
Only you can witness your lucid world
Are you my long lived fantasy?
Or are you my soon to be reality?