Behind the glass,
The depths of the valley
Seem vast and unyielding.
But from within it,
The shadows of the hills
Are coldly welcoming.
Sunset,
Take me home.

The most breathtaking words;
                  are the ones spoken by her lips.
                  words slip past them,
                  whispers leave traces,
                  of pleasure yet to be disclosed.

watchful and weary
it's how he trembles and looks all teary eyed
every day from the long nights.
there's no look in his eyes,
he hides a disguise;
a mask said to be of honor and glory.
took the staff to his name,
was recalled as a shame
and never showed that face again.

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