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  • Posted by Lyall March 19, 2016 - 1,109 views

    I breathe, in and out, in and out,

    Trembling with fear.

     

    He appraises me,

    Judging,

    Having no remorse.

     

    I feel for my sword,

    Finding it where it never leaves.

    Clumsily, draw rusty blade, never used

    Before.

     

    He brings his blade out,

    Glinting in the moonlight.

     

    Stepping forward, he

    Strikes, his blade becoming

    Lightning, dancing in a shower of sparks,

    As I, filled with awe at this finale moment, watch his

     

    S                      C

         w        r     

    o

    s         r

    s                      d

    My blade, sending me back and back to the wall.

     

    A step forward, a hand movement,

    My attention diverted.

    His blade leaps again,

    S

    t

    r

    a

    i

    g

    h

    t

    At me.

     

    I catch death itself,

    My hands bleeding,

    Paying a blood debt

    To stop a blood death.

     

    Rosy light, seeking, finding,

    Marking.

    He flinches,

    Bears his fangs,

    And tries to end it for good.

     

    He flies, the gap between us

    Gone, never there, erased.

     

    A boulder falls smash onto him,

    Trapping, tangling, saving.

     

    A hole where the rock once laid,

    Sunshine

                                                                                   D

                                                                      r

                                                                                         i

                                                                          p

                                                                                            p

                                                                     i      

                                                                             n

                                                                         g

    Down, vanquishing the undead person, cleansing its filth.

     

    I rise, limping, wounded, thankful.

    The gods have saved me,

    And I must pay that debt.


    May the Divines smile apon you.

Comments

13 Comments
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  March 20, 2016
    @Lissette Thanks!
    @Phil Lord Lyall? Wow, I'm amassing quite a reputation. XD I tried my hand at a rhyming poem which will be up on the 21st, so I can't wait for you to destroy it and make me feel worthless when you post your next poem 
    @Rancid...  more
  • The Wing
    The Wing   ·  March 20, 2016
    The structure of this poem is very original!
    You also spelled 'breathe' as 'breath' in the first line.
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  March 20, 2016
    This is possibly my favourite poem of yours yet, Lord Lyall. 
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  March 20, 2016
    This is very cool Lyall. 
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  March 20, 2016
    Thanks Edana! And the "apon" was intentional, as that was how it was spelled before it was upon, and I use apon when writing poetry. I don't know why. And thanks for the praise, I hope to use this style more often! 
  • Edana
    Edana   ·  March 20, 2016
    I'm really into this one, Lyall! I know others have commented on it, but I like the way you've formatted it here. The lettering takes the visual happening in your mind to the next level. I could almost hear the sound of the swords crossing when I read tha...  more
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  March 19, 2016
    That sounds useful, but not for the sunlight, as that doesn't decrease, it simply shines in lines, which was what I was going for. Thanks for reading!
  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  March 19, 2016
    You might wanna use "decreasing fonts" to get that dripping effect.
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  March 19, 2016
    I know! Spacing problems (Of which there were thankfully few) aside, I really liked using this style, and want to use it some more!
  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  March 19, 2016
    Woah! That's some fancy format you're trying out their with "Sword cross", "Straight" and "Dripping."
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