Dragons lair

She ties each meticulously chord till he is bound

You can hear the dungeons close as each demon steps aside

Through dark mucky waters , each spriit arises at full moon

To walk and feed in each vesper home

 

Roses will bnd the love affair they have in light

He cannot feel the presence

She cried in puddles azure wine

She waits in lost cries alone

 

 

He calls  in the moonights path

Her sacred spirit  cannot pass

Life forces will call again 

Where is the stranger , my one

Reviews

[DeAn]

wow. I felt like I was reading a bit of tolkien here. very short yet to the point write. I loved it and it has a 'to be continued' air about it. I hope that you consider extending this in a up and coming write, as it can also by itself be used as a prelude to a great fantasy story.

great job.

l8r g8r
-Tao