Thursday, October 07, 2010

Consecration

The sandstorm viciously slashed
with every choking whirl
just like a howling rabid beast unchained,
the air around the Dark One flashed
and he took the startled girl
to a nearby cave that he secretly maintained.

She faced him as a lioness
content to slowly pace
until she had a chance to flee this cage
he masked his own uneasiness
when staring at her face
the desert seemed much cooler than her rage.

“You know my party will look for me.”
she said, her voice on edge
“So you might as well prepare yourself to die.”
He dodged her gaze quite handily
by climbing to a ledge
where he had a hidden hole from which to spy.

He saw no active pursuit
the storm was too intense
and had to use this time to make her see,
he looked at her, resolute
then kneeled and uttered “Hence
your loyal servant is all I wish to be.”


***Well I finally got around to part 4 of my desert saga. Sorry it's so long between installments but if there's one thing I've learned about writing these serial poems it's that you have to be in the right frame of mind for the story to keep flowing. Here is a link to Part 3 which has links to parts 1 and 2 at the bottom, enjoy.***

2 comments:

Jingle said...

myth like tale,
well done.

rch said...

thanks Jingle, now on to part 5!