David Drowley Poet Sonnet

Warrior

Beyond these ramparts lurks the mangy foe
Set to leave our red bodies in the snow.
The sultan of mayhem smirks and awaits
To grant harsh orders to decide our fates

With his swarming dragons outside our gates
And kill our love and peace that he hates.
Quarter will not be asked, and none given
For by bloodlust his jackals are driven.

Courage! We must fight for our wives and kids
Lest all our heads be stacked in pyramids.
Is our story to be scribed in dust
And whisked away by the whimsey of winds?

Yonder the sun will arise in glory.
Today that must also be our story!

9/9/2020

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John Lawless September 26, 2020 at 5:36 AM "is our story to be scribed in dust and wisked away on the whimsey of winds?" Love this line David. Thanks for entering the contests

Kim Rodrigues September 25, 2020 at 7:26 PM Congratulations, David!

Jack Webster September 25, 2020 at 11:09 AM Congratulations David

Linda Alice Fowler September 25, 2020 at 8:31 AM Very nice David. Congratulations on the win! Linda

Andrea Dietrich September 13, 2020 at 2:43 PM heads stacked in pyramids. What an awesome way to put that!! I like how you did this contest theme.

Carolyn Devonshire September 9, 2020 at 3:00 PM A fun take on the contest theme, David. Really enjoyed your inclusion of "dragons" as they do seem to be related to conflicts. Best wishes in the contest, Carolyn