Zelda's Inferno: write a poem using either all short lines of seven or fewer syllables, or long lines of more than seven.
An optional wordlist to get started: empathy lugubrious pacification budding lilliputian empowerment book-learnin' reflection
upon reflection
it seemed that
she might not have
made the right decision
when she pulled out the gun
but there she was
and there was no going back
like driving over
a tire damage strip --
no backing up now
without getting torn up
so only go straight, don't know
like the zen master said
so she held her aim steady
finger on the trigger
in a minute she would see
how it all worked out