A lonesome, crying orphan, no more than four.
The broken silence of the forest. The aftermath of war.
Antlers like thick branches. A regal shadow floats.
Above the green, it asks, "My dear, are you alone?"
"D-deer?" The toddler hiccups, enamored by glowing fireflies.
The child starved of warmth, an immeasurable amount of time.
The forest's guardian lifts her up, and up, and up. Into its loving grasp.
"You are mine now," it promises, and beyond the veil, they vanish.
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A/N: Think this needs more work, but for now, here it is.
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Moon Gate: Volume I
PoetryA collection of poetry based on prompts from the Versification contest. I'm aiming for dark, magical, and supernatural themes. Also trying out several types of poetry like iambic pentameter, limericks, etc. The only rules were to stay within 4 to 8...
