Excuse my manner son,
I haven't slept
these past few nights.
The beast of the forest
has taken my attention.
She quietly howls her dismay
though has not yet ventured
into the village.
Surely, all know
slaughter will ensue.
We must take
each, their future,
and address
the beast for sure.
Now i must sleep.
Bring forth your brothers
this evening
with sharpened blade.
We shall set forth
with the spirit of all
to gain the future.
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May that future be gained with the love of life that should be within us all.
Andy
Good write dusk.
Be brave and keep the fight
Good words used dear poet
Gain the future from deep in the past.... a creepy one dusk - but non the worse for that - atmosphere++
Fine read, Dusk.
Storm that castle.
and if you slay the beast, make sure you inherit her spirit ….
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