Fair maiden lays there,
Frail and weak,
Soul ready to escape it's fair soul,
Tears run down her bonnie cheeks,
As dark wings flap within the blackness,
Which seems to suffocate an surround her,
Her dying wish,
To be freed from this nightmare,
Dark wings grow closer,
Arms reaching from the blackness,
Holy fire burning in this hero's eyes,
His arms wrapped around the maiden,
His wings keeping the blackness at bay,
A kiss upon her lips,
She is saved, her life brought back
Author notes
Contest entry. Wish me luck 
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Angelflower.
600 points, ended August 22, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Holy shit this reminds me of something but it would take forever to explain it to you probably and you'd probably think I am nuts.
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You're nuts anyway
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You did a wonderful job with this piece.. the flow did seem like it needed a little help but it did not mess up the imagery. thank you very much for sharing!!! best of luck in the contest!!
Angel
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I'm gonna need all the luck I can get
An I'm not used to writing new poetry for contests. I prefer prewrites allowed contests cause then I can choose one of my more perfected pieces but thank you for the comment
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