Never reaches out,
To offer her hand
They teeter and topple,
And there she’ll stand.
Smirk on her face,
Fire in her eyes
This Tower of Terror,
She’ll make you despise.
Every breath you’ve taken,
To reach the very top
Every muscle that’s aching,
But you just can’t stop.
She captures with a spell,
To fight you don’t dare
She’s invited you, dearie,
Into Autumn’s Lair.
April Writing Prompts: The tower of terror and Autumn’s lair
A beautiful bird against the full moon light
Sisterly love, she admires, from afar
Elegance floats, while she stands, char
Ebon as midnight, only pale skin aglow
Standing in shadows, afraid to show
Frozen, she is quiet, still, like a stone
Hoping the others won’t see her alone
But sight of her they do, indeed, espy
They hiss and they trumpet, a loud outcry
A warning to the guards, in the castle keep
Who send her away, and she silently weeps
A mighty one, was Sir Timothy, who stood proudly, protecting his family. Guarding the gates to the palace, where, others dare not enter, if he was standing there. A one man army, no soldiers did he lead, no man could outdo him, nor his trusty steed. His honor, to stand fast, against all invaders, tis why the country dubbed him, their Great Crusader.
Rumor has it, he often returns on the eve, of the battle that took him, caused his loved ones to grieve. Though they dare not look upon him, this noble man of King Gawain, for sunken eyes and bony cheeks, are all that remain. Sir Timothy, they claim, will visit, from time to time, made known by the church bell’s melancholic chime.
June Writing Prompt – Sunken eyes and bony cheeks were all that remained – Day 6/30
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