I see
the wolves of winter
in
their glory,
wearing
coats of blood.
As
black eyes flame to blue,
they
bare the teeth that
bring
justice to the night.
I
see the feral horses of hell.
I
hear the saber rattle
of
iron hooves on stone.
Their
eyes roil with desire
to
sow their foes destruction
and
reap them of life.
19 comments:
Power filled images! Press on! Readers await.
That is very much as i imagine your inner world, Charles
Warm ALOHA,
ComfortSpiral
R. T., thanks, man
Cloudia, pretty much!
Charles, I get a clear mental imagery from your "fantasy" poem.
What Cloudia said. Exactly.
Prashant, excellent!
Patti, it is a wild and crazy place.
Descriptive and with good imagery.
Oscar, thankee, man
For some reason, I can't think of anything else but my own aging when reading this.
Interesting images of destruction on the horizon, or do the wolves and horses fight it out?
X. Dell, that's rather sad, my friend.
Sage, I think that is exactly where it is headed
I just LOVE this, Charles! Very good! This is... you. Write on, very good indeed.
Vesper, thanks. Glad you enjoyed
Wow, that's impressive.
Pretty grim, Charles, considering it's Thanksgiving, but a very happy Thanksgiving to you.
Riot Kitty, thankee!
Richard R. lol. True. Guess I'm always that way
Stark imagery. That's good fooling around.
Charles-I love wolves! Happy Thanksgiving to you and Lana!
Cool ~ I dig it.
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