With Dark Wings
In the cloudy atmosphere
Creatures on winged steeds
ride overhead
These wraiths are full
of dark power
To the people on the ground
it seems like a storm cloud
is passing overhead
they do not yet know their
peril
Eyes peer out beneath
blacks cowls
as the creatures circle
over the village
They live for evil and destruction
Only a truly great hero or wizard can battle them
But such people do not
inhabit the minds of this small, peaceful villager.
Shadows pass thorough
the minds of the villagers
Soon they will know of
the terror
Which is certainly overhead.
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011
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