In many ways
Like innocent prey
He walked across the path
Of one that would only hurt him
Eyes did not see
As she traveled in disguise
Heart did not defend
For hers was but a facsimile
Blinded to the warning signs
His only desire to love
The rolling clouds the thunder
The twin lightning strikes her swords
Gail force winds swept him up
Tossing his soul into the violent sea
Another victim
She claimed as the mighty Goddess of Storms
But wait
Unbeknownst as she crashed on to other conquests
Leaving him for dead
A tiny ember remained deep inside
One that over time
Would raise to flame
He was scarred but never dead
Memory seared
With guarded eyes
He would try the quest again
Words can be weapons sometimes and you've been playing with fire a lot lately :))). Your words are getting stronger every day ..
ReplyDeletethey are weapons..sometimes unikorma...sometimes playing with fire can get good results... :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful description....
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