One Beat. A Poem type thing?

  • ONE BEAT

    His is the world of fire and ice.

    Of leathery wings soaring over the storm filled skies.

    The mountains range so cold, full of dread

    To whom only tread the brave,

    or the dead.

     

    Her world’s claws and fur, desire….

    The hunt is her lust when the plains she treads.

    Every sound unmissed by the Huntresses ear.

    Every move is seen, sincere.

     

    How then two beings, so far apart,

    lie closely together, naked, heart to heart?

    His world is fire,

    Her world is fur.

     

    Four hearts inside them beat,

    a steady rhythm of dancing feet.

    Despite hearts of man, woman and untamable beasts,

    joined as one they find inner peace.

     

    Two souls fill the bodies that lay in each other’s arms.

    Souls within souls trapped like raging storms inside.

    Yet only together the howling winds die and calms.

     

    One heart thuds, hammering like a single drum.

     A unison of beats, under the twin moons, the sun.

     

    Matters not lay the man with the woman,

    or two beasts covered in fur.

    Together forever,

    Despite Daedra, man or mer…

     

    Four Hearts.

    Two Worlds.

    One Beat.

     

    This is my contribution to the discussion The Dibellan Rites. A Valentines topic started by Phil.

    Any groans or rotten tomatoes are to be thrown at him, not me, not Aela, him....

    Phil, I'm blaming you for this one... 

     

Comments

5 Comments
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  February 13, 2016
    Thanks everyone
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  February 13, 2016
    No tomatoes for Phil today, that was great!
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  February 13, 2016
    Yeah, you have. I liked this poem very much. 
    Great work. I like the imagery. 
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  February 13, 2016
    Thanks Phil.
    Was a nice idea of yours to come up with the The Dibellan Rites. Maybe next year we can organise a week event or something for it.
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  February 13, 2016
    No groans or rotten fruit from me, that was delightful  We need more poetry, you've been holding out on us!