In a solitary confinement, the colossal
Dismal creature stalks the scorched plank,
Lining up it’s prey upon its platter,
Paralyzed, to the plate she whimpers
Fighting against the dread of his bite,
Immersed in the pulsating moments
Of when the ivory blade
Would strike upon her, while the beast
Salivates In her blood, swallowing, by the pint,
Where art thou, dear hero?
What fairytale have you gone into
And forgotten this fair maiden?
While the silent fire ignites in reflection,
All senses, return from the abyss,
The hero rises, from the hollow black
To find the sand is wasting,
His sight, beckons for her,
As he finds the beast, swiping
His tongue across his lips,
With the maiden, in it’s grasp,
Our hero lunges, with his burning blade
Slicing through the solemn echoes
Of the beasting growl,
And strikes!
The hero rose, dismantled within
To fight against what all feared.
©DorianPoe 2016
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