Footprints
...On a frigid winter evening, so still
that hot breath lingered around my face.
In snow sparklingly dry and crystalline
I encountered fresh-made footprints,
leading off my mostly trodden path.
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Categories:
lychgate, mystery, winter,
Form: Free verse
Fantasy
..."Beyond lychgate lies future death" she says,
cucumbered eyes slid back under cauliflower sky,
brimming smithereens of harkening demons.
Been in saddle some time since torchlight began,
a child...
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Categories:
lychgate, adventure, fantasy, fate, hero,
Form: Lyric