Oe’r Tremblepyke, through metachasmic places,
Weaves a heroine bearing ten thousand faces;
Winding stealthily through grim Cymbalic Rocks,
She imitates the action of the Peripaticulous Fox;
Employing spionic cunning, and parathaumic art,
With nebuliminous deft, she steals t’ward steepling ramparts;
Broaching rebulliious walls, where bravest Bogles would fear to tread,
Her brow now beading with primal fear, and ‘byss dread;
As sabrescythmic denizens there in full force await,
Our heroine’s destination revealed – The Phantasmagic Gate.
Day 18 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 and the NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. A neologism is a made-up word, which could be portmanteaus (basically, a word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound.
I chose to apply the prompt to a fantasy setting. It probably needs more verses (or a conversion to flash fiction) to conclude the adventure.