A cinder flew close enough
to singe her orange curls,
fizzling in the atmosphere,
its flare dying in amber eyes.
Zaetta felt the pall of sadness descend,
her two hearts slowing in her chest,
waxy yellow skin shivered as
the night exploded
Another star disemboweled,
alien nation destroyed,
her life was at war again,
she knew it crawled from
the inside out
All the sickly, mutated Grolls,
they begged for mercy
and she heard the glibness uttered
from her forked sarcastic tongue,
all she could muster in the face
of such atrocity she had caused
Having the beat of two in her chest,
made it hard to decipher hate from love,
anger at another species rose
in speckled larva from her throat,
with fire tipped talons
she scratched the itch,
drawing green secretion from the cuts
Zaetta had admiration for a Groll,
from a distance; she admitted that,
but a fine mane of blond fur
made him delectable to view,
stretched across a frame of
nocturnal bones
Her dark warrior, lover of her light,
Zhan could toss her laughter into orbit
and will her back to him with a Groll's roar
Could he love a star anise anymore?
She didn't think so and she feared him,
for the thundered eyes and the demon black
in his soul
Zaetta would never be like him,
born of white light in a neon orb,
a Star Zephyr, free to roam,
galaxies her father's Zephon warriors built,
inscribed to protect them,
on her back a Griffon's wings,
the Phoenix tail lighting blazing trails
against a universal sky
Zhan was a cruel mark that tainted her,
one she couldn't move away from
or wash from her insides,
she used to drink him in
as a Zlither drank its victims blood,
inhale animalistic aroma and nature of him,
her eyes turning from amber to green
Zaetta felt the feline stir
when Zhan raked her flesh,
rough tongue probing, in sync
with the desire existing in her loins
She had smote him and she had howled,
a great bird rising from the ashes
of her own destruction witnessed,
slashed his roar and set Zhan's darkness free,
Zaetta sighed great waves of song
as her starman flared for the final time
She swore to never love another again,
as all Zephyr's are one with spatial winds
They can never blow away with sin
In a list
A contest entry
- Calling all fantasy poets by Idle Mind Wondering.
2500 points, ended June 11, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Good job here ...
and congratulations on the shiny trophy.
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And to you my friend, yours is a wonderful piece. Love, C
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Wicked write here C, I realy enjoyed reading it
"Zhan was a cruel mark that tainted her,
one she couldn't move away from
or wash from her insides,"
These words have a way of hitting home, Great work here M'Lady ~Bret~
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Thank you M'lord, it is one that begs for a continuance so she may stay around for awhile. Love,C
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Yep.
You've got a good start for a short story here, or even a novel, if done right.
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Delightful creation, is this the first of this lady's tales? It begs to be continued. Quite enjoyable!
. Rewarded 4
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Yes her first tale and my first attempt at fantasy, starting to like her and may decide she needs another adventure. Love, C
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Wasn't that just so wonderful to enjoy!
YOu could be the next Wayne Leon Learmond of fantasty...if
you wrote to be continued at the end...
we'd be pounding on your door for their next adventure!
ears/Seattle absolute brillance in this poem!
. Rewarded 4
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Lol Oh I don't think I'd have the stamina to muster what he does, this does beg of an adventure to be continued and maybe if the muse takes me to the stars again, I wil pen another story of Zaetta, after all she is mine and I can take her where I will!
Love, C
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very creative. such imagination. Has a cool sci-fi flair but still speaks in metaphors of a world not unlike our own. Excellent work and oh so enjoyable to read.
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I thank you Love, C
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Very impressive! I was caught up in the descriptive words of that little wondrous creature. I can only dream of these things but never be able to present them with words. This would make a wonderful series...
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So this is "not in the mood" mmmmm I wonder what you might have written otherwise.
I will comment later as I like to wait...
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Ok, Once the muse started it came out in a rush lol...maybe a little of me wanting to be able to be free to roam the universe has ended up in this, kind of like blond manes and hunky bones Love, C
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WOW
Cheryl what can I say? I love this piece. Never having been a lover of fantasy you and your work are opening new doors for me but as yet the ideas don't form in my mind. This is awesome and leaves the reader wanting more and that is exactly as it should be.Well done, you certainly don't need luck, this is a winner all by itself. love Val
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It is my first attempt at fantasy lol but once I started I actually got caught up in the story and found it hard to end it. Someone said it would make a great cartoon lol. Love, C
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Fantastic Writiing, interesting story, I love the names.
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Thanks
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AMAZING!
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lol it was to me too, I had no idea where this was going, just had a picture of it in my mind. lol funny where the muse ends up sometimes!!! Love, C
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'Having the beat of two in her chest,
made it hard to decipher hate from love,'
Great lines! I haven't read much fantasy poetry but I really enjoyed this. It tels a gripping tale but the poetry is excellent as well taking great care with meter and rythmn. The narration within the piece remained constant and drew me in from the start. Thoroughly enjoyable & fun to write too I should imagine
. Rewarded 8
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Well I will admit to it being the first time I have ever attempted it lol, but yes it was fun to write, just go wherever your imagination takes you to. I am so glad you got into the story, I fear it could have gone on and on but I forced myself not to make it a book! Love, C
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well it would make a great comic book character, why not!
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haha, yes I could see that being a winner now if only I could draw cartoons! Thanks
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