Legends:2 Waiting love

Two loves met as the noise of battle dies <3

"He's back!" A raven haired, armor clad woman joyfully exclaimed
A beautiful sun set.
A figure appeared upon the horizon.
A man with a large sword,
Drenched in blood and sweat.
Tired and weary, dragging the blade behind him
She ran to met him, using breath she didn't have.
The dried crimson blade dropped with noise.
His arms open wide, a loving smile upon his face.
They embraced.
They kissed.
Eye's locked, with passion.
The colors in the iris' of their eye's, shining. Literally.
They were legends...
In love.

Author's Note

The second poem in my epic line of mini story poems

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Vincent,

Another stark, simple piece. There are no wasted words and your meaning and the mood of the piece is nicely expressed.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Lorraine]

Gosh, you're really something. You actually made your mini story as an epic? Well, that's a unique one. I like the imagery in this poem. I imagined the exact scene in my head, and while it is really theatrical, it's also something sweet and touching. I don't know how it feels like to run towards your love after a battle, so I can't totally relate with it. But I know how it feels to jump in joy when something or someone you've been waiting for appeared in your sight. That's a wonderful feeling. Also, I say, the ending is good. I like it. "They were legends...In love.' One of the best lines.

Keep Writing. ^___^