animals, creative writing, Fantasy, nature, poetry

Quick Sand

Beautiful day cross-country, mind open to the sky,

Birds warble songs for nature, woodland creatures forage to survive.

Earlier watery freshly shed droplets, course down one’s fur a new,

Pastures held to one’s hooves, as we saunter aimlessly through.

Eyes engrossed forward at family grazing, it’s a captivating vision of tranquility,

My little fawn tracks toward me, tranquil purity for her safety.

Curiosity of my being here, happy to run up and play,

Never seeing a two leg deer, ignoring the dangers of pray.

Sound rings out in the warmth, and the baby deer stops,

Sinking to her knees, red rain from her starts to drop.

My Eyes tear up, one can see she’s in pain,

She starts moving forward, pleading looks after her, bang!

I’m running now frantic, must see, must see what is wrong,

My tiny one is hurt, she is just a petite innocent fawn.

That white being on two legs, will surely help her out,

That black being holding the stick behind it, is dancing all about.

My fawn is raining red, what is the happiness for,

I must get to her and help, as my beater sinks to the meadow floor.

My back hooves launch me onward, no in truth they stay still,

Because what I see next, is truly unreal.

My darling fawn kicks out, knocking the white being down,

My thinker is racing, as she jumps to the ground.

She scampers right for me, and my beater gets faster,

Baby fawn runs back to our flock, avoiding disaster.

Yet white being comes towards me, seemly aggrieved?

And it starts to get smaller, first her hooves then his knees?

That’s his waste, and now her chest,

Truly what is happening should I save it, or what’s left?

Black being is not dancing, it has dropped its loud stick,

He is running for white being, why does it look like she’s sick.

Launching forward from dirt, I grab white being with my teeth,

My hooves can’t find purchase, and they start to sink?

Feelings of pulling, clutching me from the back,

My hooves stop sinking, as my strength starts to task.

I’m making progress with white being,

There’s the waste, knees, and hooves?

It has emerged from the dirt, and it is grabbing its hooves?

Running to the black being, they embrace, and I hear laughter.

The loud stick sinks in the ground, guess no more here after.

Silly fawn, strange white and black being,

I run back to the flock, and start my own feeding.

Why did they choose to play near the ground Predator?

It never stops its eating…

Arts, creative writing, Fantasy, poetry

Mysterious Company

 

He sits alone, inn his own mind, in her own home,

And they wonder why they’re so prone, to suffer through things alone.

They said that she was crazy, they said that he was a bum,

Is the family naive, or are they just the only ones.

Feel the cold of his hands, look deeply in to her eyes,

Behind the darkness of his shades, beneath the warmth of her lies.

They are cold blooded vipers, bathed in hatred, and drown by pride,

They love it when she rises, but they cower when he looks in to their minds.

She wants to do right, the fire in him burns to do wrong,

She’s a snake, he’s a lion, they the conniving pawns.

They are leaders one moment, and followers in the next,

Parents pull their kids away from her, because he will stab them in the back.

She learns your worse dreams, he talks to your foes,

Your enemies divulge information that they use to grow.

Who is she, is he a liar, are they your friend or no,

Is she a fiend, is he a cherub, will we ever know?

Well, one things for certain, and two things for sure,

When you find out who she really is, you’ll hate him, or love them, for sure.

Arts, creative writing, Fantasy, poetry

Deception

Dragon breathe in strengthened skin, magic purest from the soul within,

Deep blue Scales of ice tie claws of sin, heart rant pain from furtive gin.

Bone of steel holds blood of iron, demon’s curse keeps fire held by andiron,

Thy beast of depth not seen by eye, yet spirit felt shall make infants cry.

Caged in the tomb chain by prayers, in idol wait for sworn slayer,

Screams of fallen whom taxed and failed, by merely a glance or sound in air.

Here comes woman as knight with arm bared, with beauty mind beneath silver hair,

Asked by the town to extinguish foe, for jewels and riches like river flow.

Yet she says not to coins and jewels with hidden pride, yet for love and revenge shall she ride,

In to the dark where fate is unknown, yet a book from thy cave will be her atone.

Secret texts which depths she knows of her own, foolish residents know not thy precious tome,

Yet she’ll be the one who defeats the beast, then pluck from its maw this tasty feast.

The knowledge she’s searched for, sense the day of pain she thought was at death’s door,

The cursed gin who took her son, and trapped him in this cage out the sun.

Through the forests she slinks, like the mythological sphinx,

In to the mountain she creeps, quiet as the serpent’s sneak.

Yet the silence is for not, for the beast has quickly caught,

The fragrance of his loved one, who he was told he had lost.

Here is the Knight of beauty versus the beast of the land, tricked by the devils malevolent hand,

Will we ever not fall victim, to the words and deceptions of other men?