Saturday, July 24, 2010

Rose Red

No fleet of foot elven lord
with silvery mane and glittering eyes,
his raggedy carpet of fur is mapped
with old scars and infiltrated by dust.

Four paws planted about her
he shakes back his shaggy mantle
and roars defiance to any who would
harm, or try to claim her from him.

And she glimpses, through the pinch eyes
of her terror, the first glimmer of princely jewel
beneath bear hide.


Blogger joven said...

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11:05 AM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

You should be writing Fantasy novels, this is an excellent glimpse of what you could do I think *smile*

2:48 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

heh, I'd love to. I have the beginnings of at least one, or possible two, but not sure I can finish them. I get a bit bogged down somehow about a third of the way in ...

2:55 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

But perhaps that is the way to do it, bit by bit, also your perspective changes over time, so you have more to draw upon *smile*, its all good

7:03 PM  

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