The light of Vermonill

for the title a week group. I figured that since I created it, I should participate.

A traveler stood

on a lonely hill,

the wind was cold,

and he was still,

the Stranger's name

was Vermonill.

A chilling chuckle

filled the air,

 the Invisible opponent

arrived there

and woke demons with claws

 And matted hair.

Vermonill stood fast!

and raised his hand

a blinding light flashed 

through the land

a cry! A shriek! A yell!

A scream! and...

The evil forces

began to disband!

Again! the light

flashed bright and true!

incinerating monsters

through and through

then The light of

Vermonill Grew.

NO! cried the voice

of the dark cackle

as the nefarious army

began to crackle

the glow, then

of that brave light

to that invisible creature

became too Bright

and drove away

the fearsome Blight.

silence shrouded

the gloomy hill,

The Hero slumped,

and then was still.

and out went the light

of Vermonill.

Reviews

[Fairytale]

Fantastic! I loved the rhythm to your poem. It was a little scenario in a poem, almost like it could be from a story. Thanks for the great read!

[thoughts of jade]

wow! this is like watching a movie! great poem.