Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts

Thursday, June 22, 2006

The Ghost and The Warrior




Shrouded Pathways, in the moonlit night
Forbidding and Inviting at the same time
He stood there, with Shields and Swords
To fight the Silence, with his honourable heart

aarggh.. the long wait...been hungry too long
hmph! dwelled here too long
many have come here, grrr....but no one for long..
i will wait for the next.. grrrrowl...how long???

Rising mist, carried a foul breath
A Warning!! "
" keep away................."
The walls rippled, upside down in the tarn
Feets scurried away with fear, the Warrior was here!

grmppp..he arrives.. his stench anounces him..
brave he thinks he is..buurrrrff..
holds the sword too high...gaaahh..i see him
snip snip... i wait no more...

Creaking Doorway welcomes him...
Darkness envelopes, eludes all forms
With Unseen shapes all around
He prepares to fight!!!

har har...his heart beats too fast
he moves too fast... gllmmmp

He Strikes with his Shining Sword
A Shriek Resonates the Big Halls

Glllllooomppp..... yummy....
They dont know .. the Great Shelob has been waiting for long.......gruhmpp

Monday, November 28, 2005

Train of thought


Swish..sweeping away
the breeze churns my poise ..
like a loud knock on the doorway
it renounces my respite

taking away my breath unchecked
it signals and sirens aloud
with the strings stil humming in my head
welcomes me aboard

the train of thought continues
images pass me by
of a girl close to tears
of a lad strumming the guitar... nearby

Let her cry..the song goes
Let her sing...it says
Let her be..it strums out
"when the sun comes up tomorrow"

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Rain!



An eyeful of shinig pearls
Sliding down the glass pane
Cacophony sounds harmonious
As thunderous drums bellow

Whistling wind whispers a story
Demurely, moon looks on
Silent beneath the dark clouds
Serenly reigning the rage

Heaving with each wave
Haughty ocean of woes
Leaping at the empty sky
Splinters lash every stone

Flooded are the wastelands
Resurging the parched earth
Sleepy woods claim the night
Soaked, dripping with exuberence

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