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Post by soulfir3 on Sept 30, 2006 18:33:24 GMT -6
Wind curled along mountain-side, drawing breath of dawn from darkest wings Curdling sunlights kiss, crimson red lighting the corners, where hid darkling's things Eyes grittingly opened, teeth shone yellowly grimed tongue forked, tasted air and slowly, Dragon open maw wide and sighed ~
Wind teased the living, bringing mortals from their homes footprints eased upon the dirt, Dragging along behind, their sacks of the inanimate hearts thump.. slow and precise Dragon sinks into the shadows and with practised patience, awaits ~
Wind chilled the skin, goosebumps arising arms wrapped against shoulders Huddled against bank of stone, seeking warmth from earth, Ears listen, but deafened with fear tongue moistens lips, but no words too speak ~
Dragon arises, strong and proud enlongated body, embraces moon's own light And with swift, silent wings mere mortals, once braved and strong Are with ease, devoured and swallowed
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Post by rrw on Sept 30, 2006 18:52:48 GMT -6
I like the sharp, fractured style of this one.. like a dream or nightmare. A wonderful description and tale... dragons and men... always at odds with each other.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 9, 2006 2:53:51 GMT -6
Many thanks rrw, this is one of my earlier pieces. Im still unsettled about the format, myself, but if you have enjoyed it, than I am grateful for the compliments.
Soul
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Post by rrw on Oct 9, 2006 17:00:44 GMT -6
I think the format and structure works fine. Is there something you see that doesn't feel right?
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Post by dawness on Oct 11, 2006 3:36:28 GMT -6
bile--wrenching, soul.... more, more!
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 16, 2006 22:34:21 GMT -6
many thanks dawness
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