Within a Realm Few Are Ever Unfortunate Enough To Wake Up In, Part Two
Within A Realm Few Are Ever Unfortunate Enough To Wake Up In,
Part Two
As the crying shrieks resumed and darkness squalled
ghostly apparitions flew into the bloody corridor
suddenly aware that sound and fury was again
she in her new confidence stood firm,
against fear and deathly cries against demons and ghouls,
against great clawed beasts and medusa's spitting vipers
against winged beasts seeking blood
and slithering baby dragons belching red flames
heroine renewed and sturdy shield in place,
she marched towards the one glimmer of light-
knowing hope rests on the other side
yet the great behemoth had yet to show
the three headed giant that always blocked her path,
with the ghastly odor of decaying flesh and weeping pleas
hanging from bloody claws and shreds of fresh torn souls
another hundred yards was the light and a door
she could see promise on its handle,
salvation beckoning -this way pass-
then a crash, a haughty laugh
and a huge foot stomped the path,
it had finally came,
shouting, this way thee shall never pass
not while my claws are sharp, my teeth hungry
for flesh and beating heart, oozing red
child step closer that I may smell my dessert
so that my lusts for tender meat I may sate
as she blinked it clawed at her head
a miss and then up went her dream shield and
out came her sword
she shouted, this time, this time
great epic pain and loss shall find thee....
Robert J. Lindley, 6-26-2020,
Free verse, Part Two of
( Within A Realm Few Are Ever Unfortunate Enough To Wake Up In )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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