My travel companion:
Hiding behind a mask of deceit
cloaked from each other we traverse this path
we are aware of looming contempt
yet grin as we wait for veracity's wrath
as the hollow smiles have begun to show cracks
at a distance we hear a deafening roar
what could cause such an awful cry?
perhaps the marching army corps?
a fang emerges into the clearing
we instantly know this hellish beast,
the crimson dragon from ghoulish lore comes straight at us charging
we leap, roll and fret
as we scramble the goliath is scarcely dazed
regaining posture, gaping, it shows its teeth that put daggers to shame
spewing embers astray it stands with its nostrils flared
we lose the luxury to exercise restraint
with no resource left to sustain our deceit
we shed our veils and our true form is revealed
swords out, we are on our feet
wind changes direction and smoke starts to shift
moving swiftly concealed in the coal black vapour
two swords enter the drakes scruff
with vengeful eyes a blow we deliver
the ruddy beast falls into a macabre heap
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC