A tale of lure, mysticism, and destruction.
The winged one a fancy of fairy tales. Circling the castle. The one that holds the maiden.
Owning it’s servitude to love, to contain, to defend the hall.
Calming the beast is second best. Untamable, it challenges for sport and kills without remorse. Undeniable devotion to sacrifice the slain to its birth right.
Mystical flight path written in the book of ages. Beauty and destruction intertwined. Sleeping at the gates of the castle, a rightful creation of the gods.
-
Author:
Sunshinefalling (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2019 22:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.