From out of the mist he comes
weary and sore from combat
Heavy wings soaked in blood
Rest is what is required
Come to me in your trite,
my scarlet warrior of the skies...
I will ease your wounds and woe
With cures of herbs and loving touch
Soon you will fly again
and battles will be won
for now you will slumber
within my healing embrace
Potions of willow pulp and spices
sweet to the senses
will awaken the blood-lust in the beast
And again you will have the passion for their demise...
Drink deep of the savory brew
and eat of meat of the lost,
rest in the peace of the Lair,
and dream of victories to come...
What did you think
Comments
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sigh i felt as if i were in the past ... nice write
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Fantasies live!
In those who choose to write of them. I love to watch the fantasy writers develop and you have a voice with some potential.
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well done
excellent
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