O courageous, colourful warrior queen
flying bravely to battle in service routine,
your eyes reveal fear of your skirmish debut
your winged horse looks proud, and your lance o so true,
the pale moonlight glints cold to your youth
your feathers betray your intentions, yielding the truth
you ride to avenge your sister elaine.
you dash through the night, the bushes, tall trees;
reciting your war chant, in the cool night breeze.
now the enemy's blood shall pour like cursed rain
A contest entry
- PIF Picture Contest by penman.
525 points, ended August 27, 2007, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Wow Me! by Malkolis.
450 points, ended March 30, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Love this poem, i see the picture perfectly from your words... probobly helped that you had the picture there.
great write,
good luck in the contest -
A well deserved winner, excellent interpretation of the picture. Congratulations.
Sue
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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