Teller of tales
sing me a dream
from the satyr's mouth
in the forest of green
A story of destiny
light yet full
with a firm voice soft
on a night so cool
Taking up arms
an impossible foe
friends to die
His rage from woe
The firestorm lashes
both armor and shield
but the hero holds on
with an iron will
Then to an equal end
they both to did last
Mortal blows struck
and the last scene cast
Friends in despair say
"Heros only die when it rains"
but a thunderclap's sound
brings end to his pain
Wow James...it's been ages. I just stumbed on to postpoems again. Your writing has changed so much since I last read anything. This piece is so powerful and well-written...bravo.
Hope you are well.