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Pauline Morris Jun 2016
As he held me in his warm loving embrace
He so feathery soft and ever so gently let his fingers trace
The new ink mark that use to be a branded scar on my face

He looked bewildered "what is this how did it become tattooed"
I spoke softly still weak "I do not know, I'm confused"
The evil pulsing throughout making my insides feel bruised

"My darling Witch where did the brand go"
I was to scared to tell him where the evil now flowed
I didn't want to tell him it was now inside that thorough my skin it had sunk below

I am beginning to realize what really was the curse
It was going against all I had ever felt it was inversed
And this stirring of evil was so unlike my compassion, it was so much worse

I was starting to see that with more good deeds
The branded evil symbols sunk below and off my soul it feeds
Will his love pull me through will it be all I need

We rested but for a little while, knowing that the Dark Lord was on his way
On this mountainside we could not stay
There was to many tunnels and caves, I could tell from the sun the day was starting to decay

I mounted our skittish dark ride
I sat in front the the knight behind
The rib from the white dragon we tried to hide

The knight had fashioned it into a sharp sword
So it could pierce any armor any flesh, for it was pure evil we where racing toward
I had seen in a vision it was going to be a great wicked horde

I prayed to the God Itus for protection, what we where facing was immense
Even under me the demons horse it's muscles tense
The look in the knight's eye's was extremely intense

I had to ask why that particular dragon he said "because she is the sister to the dragon of the moon
LEANA slayed the demons in ones sleep, her bones the light consumes
And to the suns light the Dark Lord was not immune"

I looked at him puzzled "but the sun does not shine at night"
He replied "yes dear Witch it does, the moon has no light of it's own it reflects the sun's light
And once stuck in the evil one he can not pull it out, and the bone collects the rays and against it the dark can't fight"

We was now almost off the mountain, we where headed to the flat land
That is where I'm afraid will be our final stand

In the distance we can see a village, black smoke was bellowing like flames where being fanned
We headed towards it a stop unwanted, unplanned
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
A weird vibration coming from the ground
Shakes me from the vision I had found
I glance at the demon's horse, but he is not the reason for the sound

A bright light flashes before my eyes
I turn my attention back to the sky
It had been the sun glittering off the dragon's silver laced wing's, on every up flap rise

She is circling, she had heard my chanting song's plea
It looked like she was going to trust me
And my heart felt chant she would heed

She slowly and softly starts to descend
I tell the knight to keep his sword sheathed, this mighty beautiful creature I would befriend
The air rushed violently around me as her wings she fully extended
LEANA stood now before me, I begain to speak in the tongue of the dragon's so she would full comprehend

I was surprised to see her flowing silver main
And pearly white scales covering her body, and even the tail had the same
They threw off rainbow colors in the sun, and with her silver threaded wings make other dragons look lame

I tell the great dragon of our plight
And that the dark lord we are prepared to fight
But to secure that he will never again walk the world at night

"We need your help we need a part of you
I hope there is a way you can see your way through"
LEANA nodded yes and lifted a few scale plates used her sharp claw to cut her fleash pulled out one rib, I watched as another one in it's place grew

She handed the rib to me as the kight lifted his sword
Was he so stupid my warnings he had ignored
But I caught a flash of movement, it was demons he was racing towards

There was a cave system I had not seen, that's what the vibrations had been
The thousand demons stomping through them
Our future was looking grim

He fought them till he was covered in their blood he did so gallantly
But still a hundred at lest had jumped on the dragon's back and was ripping her apart so savagely
I used the wind and exploded all of them from within blood and guts flew I stood with face flushed, I stood there so angrily

My vision had come true, LEANA was drawing in lifes last breath
Saddness overwhelming me I did the only thing I knew to do, I pulled out the talisman I kept close to my chest
I pressed it hard to her breast

I knew with that single action my life would be cut short
For I had given her part of my life sources
But I had to she had given to much to stop on this earth the evil force

As my spirit flowed into this creature that carried no sin
Another brand with white hot pain sunk in
I could feel the evil sink below the skin

I could feel it course through my vains
The knight rushed over,on my face he seen the pain
And all my color drain

The mighty dragon let out an ear splitting cry
Took to it's wings and disappeared into the sky

I collapsed into the knight's arms
He's eye betraying his growing alarm
I could tell he loved me and was afraid I had came to the demons harm
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
As we laid there in the cool cave, winter far behind
And in the heat of the day this coolness was hard to find
I was starting to see this knight as one of a kind

I just had to ask, "What about your wife"
He gave me a look of sadness and grief, that cut like a knife

"She had died giving birth
My son was the only one I had left on this earth
With his death my life has no worth"

He stretched out his hand and stroked my ravin hair
A look come over his face like he didn't have a care
"Please my beautiful witch come here"

He pulled me closer, I put my hands on his chest
I made a feeble attempt to push away, but his hand was now on my breast
And he started to caress

He took off my cowl and kissed every inch
At every brand and scar I would flinch
We made love to the song of a finch

He was so gentle so kind
I rested my head it on his chest I could hear his heart beat, he said it was mine
We slept tangled up with each other until it was time

We awoke just before sunset, I picked some roots and berries
And pack some for us to carry
I smiled as I thought of how his chest was so hairy

As we set down to eat
I knew there was more to his feat
Than just steeling that horse
So more questions I had of course

I just had to ask "what is it you plan to do with this black creature
With it's dark seeded nature
Being it's greatest feature"

So he explained what it was that he did need
The horse's great speed
Because on top of that steed

He could chase down the white dragon LEANA to catch it
The part he was trying to omit
Was killing that wonderful creature, he thought it was only way, he finally had to admit

"What do you need so badly from this great dragon, it's gold?"
I stomped over to him my finger poking he's breastplate "are you really that cold"
He backed up violently shaking his head no

"What I need is one of her rib bones
It's part of a legend that is unknown"

"With it I can fashion a sword
That will imprison the dark lord"

"With it lodged in his side
He can never again come outside
In he's fiery hell hole he'll have to hide"

I sat down and cried

There has to be another way
than killing such a wondrous creature
There has to be another procedure
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
With all of his story he was gonna tell
There was an uneasy silence that fell
I could feel the breath in his chest swell
With the leather squeaking he turned in the saddle, "now it's time for your story to sell"

With a glint of hatred in my eyes, I quickly gave a summary
Of my life and my misery
For part of my life even for me was still a mystery

I told of my mothers ****
She couldn't stand to look at my face
And how I was passed from place to place

The frightened wide eyes of a child
That after being defiled
By every gypsy man
Till she could no longer stand
Then the steel, heated yellow, red hot tip they left the symbol brands

That left my skin burnt and marked with evil but it didn't sink below
For empathy was the true curse on my soul

I told him I studied hard and now had great power
I could disembowl, I could make it come a blood and gut shower
But my heart and soul have to much compassion, so insteed I just cower

In my woods where no one would go
And myself to no human I had to show
"Why did you kight ventured into my woods"I want to know

"I need to know why I am now hunted with you
If we leave this beautiful evil steed, will they stop the peruse
There is a quest of my own I want to do"

He replied "No my beautiful hearted witch they will not"
At his words my heart seemed to stop
And to my knees I almost droped

No one exspeacally a man
Had ever said anything so grand
It made my legs week, hard to stand
He looked deep into my eyes and took my hand

Which of course I snatched away
I could not belive the things he did say
Besides it was begaining to break day

We found a cave in which to rest
To sleep in the day and travel by night would be best
For the veil evil couldn't stand the sun, or at lest that was my guess

As we lay down on the moss covered stones
He touched my hand again, and from my lips escaped a moan
My feelings for him had grown
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Cerberus was hot on our heels
It's hot foul breath I could feel
But the demon horse had hooves of steel

Every hoove beat shook the ground, and left a spark
Every steep left a mark
On every rock there is an arc

This wicked beast was fast
We soon left that demon hound in the past
Now it's time some questions to ask

He slowed the now sweat lathered stallion to a trot
He knew it was answers that I sought
It was not hard to read my thoughts

It was the first time he even dared to speak
At first he started off kind of meek
He was concerned of the answers that I seek

"I will answer you questions black witch
But then it will be my turn, we'll switch"

"Well" I said "first off why do you ride this demons steed
What kind of unbelievable greed
Do you so feel the great need to feed"

As we swayed with the horses steeps
His silence for a moment he kept
I could feel his emotions, he almost wept

"Well I stole this wicked beast from the evil one
He had stolen it from Kimaris the demon burnt from the sun"
Oh what a tale he spun
It sadly ended with the death of his son

He had started off heeding the call of his king
Thinking there would be no danger, his son he would bring
So he could see the angels sing

They where attacked in the wooded part of the trail
Most of the demons he did curtail
But one did flee, on that he failed

The demon that escaped
Told the evil one what had taken shape
The evil one hunted down the knight
What a great battle, what a fight
It lasted until the morning light

That chased him back to his hell hole
But not before that fatal blow
He left the knight kneeling beside his son in the blood covered snow
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
I scurried from my moss covered resting place
I was in a panic I needed to see the deamons face
So I would know what was giving chase

I looked deep within the dying fire, "show me goddess Theia the one that follows"
At first the vision was very shallow, so hollow
But then I seen it, and it filled me with sorrow

Because all I could see was the Cerberus
It had the scent of me, the sorcerers
Quickly trying to decide our best courses

It's blue-black body glimmering in the moonlight
Huge muscles gliding effortlessly, such a beautiful scary sight
It's three huge heads, teeth snapping, a true drooling fright

Leaving a trail like a scent, wafting in the air, was my spells
It was time to make haste this much I could tell
We will both be dead and torn savagely apart if I fail

With the snap of my fingers the leaves dew fell on the knight
Waking him with a sudden fright
"We must leave here you're to weak to fight"

Shaking the sleep from he's head
A quick look at me, he could see my dread
He silently stomped out the fire, no words from his lips said

He grabbed the reins of the evil ones steed
He gracefully lept on and pulling me on, off at top speed
But that devilish horse ran towards the evil one, He would not heed

I must think quick, this horse I must enchant
Into it's mind a seed I must plant
So I start a simple powerful chant

"Demon steed
Feel the need
To out run, succeed
From the hellish hound top speed"

With my constant chant, the demon spun horse turned around
And just in time, I seen the heads of the wicked hound
Along with the chant I whisper a prayer to Moirai to change our fate, we had been found
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
As soon as the words pass my lips
I feel a cold fear that grips
I thought compassion, and empathy was my curse
But this is much, much worse

I feel it sink in
That cursed brunt symbol
Entered my skin
I don't understand why
But the blazing pain makes me utter a small cry
I want to scream make the birds take flight
But I don't want to fight

With the symbol sunk into my soul below
Somehow I just know
The Dark Lord is on the prowl
I pull closer my cowl
I can hear in the far distance he's beasts blood curdling howl

I look where the branded scar use to be
But now there are just smooth dark lines to see
The darkness of that symbol is now inside and out
To the Heavens in red hot rage I want to shout
What the hell is this curse all about

Instead I quit myself from within
I must find my zen
To protect this brave knight he must stay out of sight
He must rest before he finishes his plight
I don't want so soon to take flight
So I enchant this place, the trees twist and bend
They form a tight entangled twisted thorny dome, nothing can get in
But from the darkest evil we're still prone

I lay my weary aching body down by the fire
Contemplating how I'd got ****** into this mire
It wasn't long before my body gave in and my eyes retired
Asleep only for minutes when I was startled awake
Did I hear a noise, I wasn't sure I laid there to sense our fate
Hearing nothing more I almost relaxed till that shiver started to creep up my spine I didn't want to look, I didn't want to find

But fear like an misty black fog started to roll over my soul
This fear I didn't want to know
Like a storm cloud with a million little lighting bolts
It was passing through my body with a jolt
All striking my skin, a million shocks electrifying and multiplying my fear
I knew the Dark Lord was drawing near
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
As I look into his eyes I know
He's not a warrior from the abyss
He's been at war with them, I can see into his soul
He's as strong as an ox
Even on weary, pain trembling legs
And quick as a fox
His sword was drawn even before he could stand
I'm very much impressed with this bag of bones
And I'm never impressed with man

"Sheath your sword, I mean you no harm
But if you try to wield that blood thirsty implement of doom on me
I will be forced to disarm"

"Quiet yourself, and I well try to heal
Just come before me and kneel"



"I call upon you mother earth
That to all of us you've given birth
From deaths door I did steal
I now call upon the elements to heal
The cooling winds to touch the fever
I call with the faith of a true believer
Send the rain to penetrate his skin
To heal him up from within
I invoke your power
To save him from this hour
Began in a woman's womb
Do not let this be his doom"
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
I looked upon this scourge of a man
I decided to build a fire here, he couldn't stand
At first I thought he was a scribe
But old filthy armor his cloak did hide
A knights is what is he's true brand
Maybe once he was a noble man
But now he smelled of smoke, despair, and other lands

His sword was layered thick with what looked like rust
But I could smell it was fear, blood and guts
Made me wonder if he was the evil ones hire
I crouched beside the blue licked fire
Trying to decide this mortal souls fate
Maybe I should leave him at death's soothing gate
When he awakens I will force him to explain
I'll make him tell me to who, and what he has caused pain
Because as I look upon him I feel my empathy grow
He unknowingly will decide the final blow

I call upon Nyx to hide me in her darkened misty veil
I'm afraid with the gaping wounds he is to frail
To see my branded scared body from hell

But as I sit and wait for him to wake
I feel the ground shake
And hooves that had the sounds of thunder
What I seen was a beautiful evil wonder
It was his horse, I caught it and tethered it to the biggest tree
It took a great talismans to make sure it didn't break free
It's coat was like diamonds dark as ink
On it's haunches was an evil stink
This beast was as strong as a thousand demons
It's fiery red eyes where just beaming


Why is he on his feet?
How can he see me?
I guess it's time to meet!
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
After all the carnage I did imparte
The gypsies thought I had mastered the dark art
When I left that  wretched gypsy caravan
Anyone that had wronged me, their  blood spilled on the sand

With their tongues like parchment
They told darkened stories, and I was their target
And as I slowly roamed the land
To seek out about my mother first hand
The villagers seen my burnt skin
And knew I was the one the gypsies said carried great sin
Every human treated me badly, to scared to get close they threw their stones
So I sought out a place where no human ever goes

I found a forest but to sunny for my mood
It had to be darker, it had to be crude
So I started out simple and enchanted the vines
I made them all twist entangle and entwine
next was the trees I made them grow branches to cover the sky
so even from the keen eye of the hawk I could hide
But not done with them yet the bark I made bare
Thorns that would reach out and scratch and tear
The sand I made quiken to entrap in and ensnare
So anyone caught in my wicked trap could no longer breathe the air
My wonderland was soon renamed the Black Forest
all that dared entered claimed they heard the demon's chorus

And so my legend was born
The gypsies through their stories warn
Of a dark hearted witch that the fires couldn't burn
Even though their fires burnd white hot and the coals they churned
That I the black hearted witch had escaped and layed waste
In despite their fear they had given chase


So now alone I roam my beautiful dark place
With the gypsies warning story no one will give chase
But in my roaming before the forest I had heard a great tale
Of a witch who had put her baby under a spell
That upon it was put a curse
That would work in reverse
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