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| "Druid" by 632Fan (Deviant Art) |
The stag prince and his thorns
Sat upon the Throne of Horns
His hand upon his stubbled chin.
He looked into the misty sin
That his younger brother had foretold
And contemplated what must be said
For the leaves were growing old
And soon his father, the King, dead.
A soldiers query could submit the
eerie:
Shadows in the light, and surrounded by
blight,
The death couldn't be any more dreary.
He could quest for the best in all the
land
Hiring mercenaries, witchery, and
knights,
In hopes of finding the beast of the
night
Across that unhallowed hands of sand.
Deep in the crevices of the ground and
dirt
Surpassing the fossils and layers of
pert
Are the bellows of the deep abyss
Where the haunted river streams called
Styx.
There the stag prince could find his
key
To the troubles boiling in the
kingdom's tree
So entering the light he would try
For his father's soul he would buy.
This is the first part of a new poetic adventure series that I will be writing. Please tell me what you think.
I liked it a lot and am glad this is just the beginning of a new poetic adventure series, it means there's a lot yet to come!!! I like the sound of it (again, I do like to read/listen to well-written rhyme and the topic makes it even more exciting to me) thought of what a beautiful song it would be in the mouth of a bard. :)
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I liked it a lot and am glad this is just the beginning of a new poetic adventure series, it means there's a lot yet to come!!! I like the sound of it (again, I do like to read/listen to well-written rhyme and the topic makes it even more exciting to me) thought of what a beautiful song it would be in the mouth of a bard. :)
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If only I were a minstrel right? Unfortunately I don't like to sing much unless I'm all alone where nobody can hear me.
DeleteI enjoyed this with a taste of the old and a promise of the new.
ReplyDeleteYeah it was something like that. I was aiming more towards an actual story though rather than making metaphors.
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