Melani Udaeta Poet Other

The Downfall Of A Vandal Maigc Nine

Devil’s metal eyes can sense a vandal,
you’ll need substance to make me melt.
There’s a limit to what I can handle,
my emotions aren’t made of element 79.
Seen as solid and built to shoulder it all,
even a magnetic draw fades with tarnish. 
Viewing me as trivial was your downfall, 
strength not respected leads to a welt. 
Hot heads lose in the heat of a brawl.

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Alison A Smith August 23, 2026 at 6:54 PM A compact, forceful poem that fuses metallic imagery with emotional resilience. The references to magnetism, tarnish, heat, and element [79] give the speaker a striking armour of gold-like strength, while the closing line delivers a crisp warning about the cost of underestimating someone. You have soup mail Melani Udaeta August 23, 2026 at 8:08 PM Thank you so much. I did some research for this one.. Blessings.