Fantasy Contest
an ancient city plague by disease
the fields painted by fallen knights
skeletons in armour coved in debri
with a cold fog and lack of moonlight
i turn to leave this place of mystery
but the trail that lured me in has disappeared from my eyesight
what was once a trail of dirt and fallen leaves
is now a field of shining armour exposed to the moonlight
as the cold air licks at my skin i hear a voice calling me as faint as the breeze
it leads me to a scroll that tells of an accent foresight
that of a young boy that will one night find a city of deceased and the way in will be closed for eternity
and when the night sky has passed out shall come the sunlight
for today is the day that boy will die for certainty
21/06/13
Copyright © Peter Hoopert | Year Posted 2013
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