Blylogithe entered the wood first,
holding her hand tightly,
for fear they wouldn't bend low enough,
Guenedred heard the harp inside her head,
she couldn't move,
songs from long ago filled her memories,
ballads her grandmother taught her,
she looked for the singer,
or the player beside her,
none met her gaze.
The hauntings had held her mind awhile,
piercing sounds forced her shrieks...
then, as they reached the heart of the wood,
silence descended upon them.
The sounds dissipated, like mist, upon the air,
vanished smoke rising upon the horizon.
Headlong,
plunging into the thicket,
clasped together,
beauty spoke secretly to each soul...
Author notes
This is the story that arose as I pondered...hope you like it...
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I did and now wish I would have allowed more lines because this was awesome
thank you so much for your entry!!!!!
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What I like most is the phrasing. I get the impression phrasing comes easy for you. It adds to the suspense in this, creating tension.
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