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This is the first poem that I wrote using a Dwarf Fortress-generated poetic form. I posted it in the Dwarf Fortress subreddit and someone even made a faux-Dwarven recitation! Initially my friend Austin helped me get the poem started but left the majority of the poem to me. This poem uses the Prim Incenses poetic form. "Spore Cat" came from the poem itself while "Spore Cat's Visions" came as a weird almost-allusion to Vǫluspá

Spore Cat baked live evil Gore?
Terrible wonders near
Which show that ASCII's clear
Gore evil live baked cat Spore?

More for his castle, roar!
What did he fetch so near
The gossip made them sneer
Roar! Castle his, for more

Bore great labors, the chore
Arrive with cups of beer
Tire the glass with a cheer
Chore, the labors, great bore

For what did he implore
The tasty crevice dear
The salty jelly smear
Implore he did, what for?

Behold this slimy lump:
Steamy room past locked door
Where kids sleep on the floor
Who'd sought to ask for more.
Withered soil, an old stump,
The sky sees nothing plump.
Beyond, the blistering sore,
Where there is kept no score
Live aching masses of poor

Hills keep the drunk old grump
Where we're free to ignore
Frequently as of yore
Locked with our proper chore.
They work at the oil's pump
For grotesque creep and flump
Expel he did what for
Beyond our poisoned shore
Where dreams still die galore.

Strength found horizons red
The sleepy lie for bed
World free new the explore.

Or barren land unfed
All life, all dreams long dead
Hands strange from outcomes more.

A land of cheer or dread
The options ours to wed
Between peace or last war

Anger and fear they said
So hate and death would spread
Above over and ashore.

There came the fork ahead,
To Death, or life instead.
No stories evermore.